[Not typically much for physical touch, there's something about the way he reaches out to her that sits differently with Tifa. The way that he so confidently puts his arm around her shoulders and pulls her to him... Not her reaching for his comfort, but him willingly giving it...
There are flashes of something else then—a night under the plate in a flowerbed, when Tifa's world crumbled around her, and she never wanted someone to tell her that things were going to be okay. Just someone to comfort her while she tried to process it all and let everything go. It makes her think of Cloud and how strong his arms felt around her, and how he held her while she let all of her emotions pour into his shoulders.
It makes her think about how much she misses him, but then it makes her think about how every day, she tries to tell herself that it will somehow get easier.
So, Tifa lets herself relax against him, allowing Eustace to pull her in so that she can rest his head against his shoulder.]
Thank you...
[She mumbles it under a breath—a content sigh, before she lets her eyes shut... and she dozes off.]
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There are flashes of something else then—a night under the plate in a flowerbed, when Tifa's world crumbled around her, and she never wanted someone to tell her that things were going to be okay. Just someone to comfort her while she tried to process it all and let everything go. It makes her think of Cloud and how strong his arms felt around her, and how he held her while she let all of her emotions pour into his shoulders.
It makes her think about how much she misses him, but then it makes her think about how every day, she tries to tell herself that it will somehow get easier.
So, Tifa lets herself relax against him, allowing Eustace to pull her in so that she can rest his head against his shoulder.]
Thank you...
[She mumbles it under a breath—a content sigh, before she lets her eyes shut... and she dozes off.]