[The fact that his memory loss has stretched this far back is concerning, to say the least, but Tifa tries not to let it show as she slumps down on the floor next to him. Thankfully, she has a moment, because all of the dogs, including the one that's dripping with water, are too concerned about him to worry about bath time.
She really shouldn't continue to get her hopes up about it all, considering how slowly it's coming back to him, but each time he seems to remember something, her stomach does a small, expectant, nervous flip only to be left feeling somewhat let down at the end. She doesn't know why she's so pressed about it, and about wanting him to remember the—frankly—awkward memories they share together, but it's still bothering her. Enough that it's beginning to seep through in her expression, the way her brow furrows, and how her lips press together in a disheartened line.
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She really shouldn't continue to get her hopes up about it all, considering how slowly it's coming back to him, but each time he seems to remember something, her stomach does a small, expectant, nervous flip only to be left feeling somewhat let down at the end. She doesn't know why she's so pressed about it, and about wanting him to remember the—frankly—awkward memories they share together, but it's still bothering her. Enough that it's beginning to seep through in her expression, the way her brow furrows, and how her lips press together in a disheartened line.
At least... at least they're getting somewhere.
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I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to... you know.
[Cause such a ruckus inside his head.]
I wish there was more I could do...