[For the most part Eustace isn't really affected by any of this. It's just for show with no real meaning behind it, and more to the point it's Tifa. Despite his...mild irritation that had developed earlier, she's still someone he's grown used to and this isn't the first time they had to put on a ridiculous performance so in a way it's comfortable. So he just maintains that cool countenance even when her face nears his, which only adds to the tension felt by everyone (or adding to their fantasies more likely). And normally that would be it, the end of any thought process aside from, "Now what?"
Except that "Now what?" gets distracted. It's not surprising that he remains silent with little to no reaction, but in the silence that follows he's forced to keep staring up at her. Which, again, not a big deal. But it gives him time. Time to sense and hear more of her pulse. Time to feel the warmth of her breath, the pressure of her hands against his shoulders, and how the soft, long strands of her hair lightly brush against his face. Time to catch the remaining scent of the drink on her breath along with a softer fragrance. Time to stare into those wide, red eyes and for some reason be briefly reminded of other times they've had to be like this.
There's no real thought process occurring, just a sense of absorbing all these details that he never paid much attention to. Or maybe he had noticed, but never really...focused on them as he will later realize after this is over. Later realize that at the time all his attention had been on her and everything had been completely silent.
And then when she speaks, his eyes dart to her lips, watching how they form every word, hearing her voice and how breathless it is. It's his turn to come up with a response or just...end this. He could always just say it's over and have them walk out, it's not like they have to keep going at this rate. But for some reason he just remains locked in place...until he hears the unusual heavy footfalls of something stomping towards them.
Finally his eyes move to glance in its direction as Tifa leans forward to whisper into his ear. Even that is somehow...makes his focus shift momentarily towards her, before he mentally shakes it off and reassesses their situation. He just slightly turns his face towards her so he can quickly murmur:]
Think you can take him out?
[As much as he'd rather them just slip through, it's clear the jig's up. They're in...a sort of weird position, but if it's Tifa, he has a feeling she'll be able to do something.]
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Except that "Now what?" gets distracted. It's not surprising that he remains silent with little to no reaction, but in the silence that follows he's forced to keep staring up at her. Which, again, not a big deal. But it gives him time. Time to sense and hear more of her pulse. Time to feel the warmth of her breath, the pressure of her hands against his shoulders, and how the soft, long strands of her hair lightly brush against his face. Time to catch the remaining scent of the drink on her breath along with a softer fragrance. Time to stare into those wide, red eyes and for some reason be briefly reminded of other times they've had to be like this.
There's no real thought process occurring, just a sense of absorbing all these details that he never paid much attention to. Or maybe he had noticed, but never really...focused on them as he will later realize after this is over. Later realize that at the time all his attention had been on her and everything had been completely silent.
And then when she speaks, his eyes dart to her lips, watching how they form every word, hearing her voice and how breathless it is. It's his turn to come up with a response or just...end this. He could always just say it's over and have them walk out, it's not like they have to keep going at this rate. But for some reason he just remains locked in place...until he hears the unusual heavy footfalls of something stomping towards them.
Finally his eyes move to glance in its direction as Tifa leans forward to whisper into his ear. Even that is somehow...makes his focus shift momentarily towards her, before he mentally shakes it off and reassesses their situation. He just slightly turns his face towards her so he can quickly murmur:]
Think you can take him out?
[As much as he'd rather them just slip through, it's clear the jig's up. They're in...a sort of weird position, but if it's Tifa, he has a feeling she'll be able to do something.]