["Where should we start", as if it were that easy. There isn't anywhere to start, and then too many places to at the same time. Tifa, herself, has a lot of questions... a lot of things she wants to know so that she can understand him better, but feels to afraid to ask.
But that's why they're doing this, isn't it? Because if they don't set aside the time for it or prepare themselves to talk about it, then they won't. She knows them well enough to know that old habits die hard, and they are very much the type of people who will seek comfort in each other and be content with that.
When they shouldn't be... She gets that.
Tifa cradles Clover carefully against her chest and gives her a scratch behind her ears, and she immediately closes her eyes and begins to purr.]
What...? [With some trepidation, she starts, and it's clear she's already tiptoeing.] ... What can I ask?
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But that's why they're doing this, isn't it? Because if they don't set aside the time for it or prepare themselves to talk about it, then they won't. She knows them well enough to know that old habits die hard, and they are very much the type of people who will seek comfort in each other and be content with that.
When they shouldn't be... She gets that.
Tifa cradles Clover carefully against her chest and gives her a scratch behind her ears, and she immediately closes her eyes and begins to purr.]
What...? [With some trepidation, she starts, and it's clear she's already tiptoeing.] ... What can I ask?