[Never has he felt so much warmth and relief when Tifa pulls him in and holds him, his arms automatically wrapping around her. This time he doesn't want to flinch away. This time...he wants her. Isn't that already proof enough of how he truly feels about things? So why does he keep torturing himself like this?

...Torturing them?]

I...

[He bites his lip as his arms tighten around her, eyes closing as he buries his face against her hair, her scent soothing and captivating.]

...I wasn't in my right mind then. But at the time I was thinking it would have been better if I just left completely.