[It's not hard to picture nights of popcorn and movies, laughing late into the night with Tifa. It's also not hard to imagine lying awake at night with Tifa nearby, thinking how she could easily live every night in the same way. Regardless of what the future holds. For just a moment, her breath catches. That's happening more and more, she finds. Being pointedly reminded of how things truly are.
It flutters for but a moment and Aerith immediately snaps her attention onto the present. At Tifa's question, she takes another look around the guest room. It's a slow, methodical examination.]
It feels like... home. [She begins thoughtfully.] I mean, it feels like I can turn it into a home. I think... I want it.
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It flutters for but a moment and Aerith immediately snaps her attention onto the present. At Tifa's question, she takes another look around the guest room. It's a slow, methodical examination.]
It feels like... home. [She begins thoughtfully.] I mean, it feels like I can turn it into a home. I think... I want it.