[It had been when he picked Tifa up off the couch that she had been slowly awoken from whatever deep sleep she'd fallen into, and although she is a bit confused about being moved so suddenly and it takes her several moments to realize what's going on and where she's going and how, she remains too dreary to open her eyes or speak, and her head simply falls, fitting against Eustace's shoulder as he carries her to her room. Stiller when he gently sets her down on the bed.
And she had expected him to simply leave then, but she catches her breath when she feels the edge of the mattress shift under his weight. Eyes still closed, she's slowly waking up, her breaths steadying again by sheer willpower to not let that be known. What is he—? Her own question is cut short when his fingers brush against her hair, pushing it away from her face, and then... She can hear the smile in his voice, an uncharacteristic gentleness that takes her by surprise just as much as what preceded it.
"... and an ending to this 'date.'"
It was so light, so tender that Tifa can't be sure it happened until after it does—a small kiss, laid on her forehead that sends a chill up her spine, and awakens something in the pit of her stomach... a stirring that feels so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. It's a good thing that he leaves her there immediately after because she can feel her face grow hot, and it isn't until she hears his footsteps moving to the front door that she opens her eyes and slowly turns her head to the crack of light bleeding into her bedroom.
Why... does she feel so sad about him leaving? Had some part of her wished he would have stayed a little longer? No, that's selfish of her. He had to get home and get some sleep, and wanting him to stay only because she was feeling a little upset about what happened tonight was too much of her to ask of him. That's why she's sad, right? Because she's still shaken about the obscene things that were shouted at and about her at the restaurant.
That's all it is.
Even if it keeps her up the rest of the night while she keeps her eyes on the door, or her red face buried in her pillow, and even if it feels odd and a little uncomfortable, that's all it is...]
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And she had expected him to simply leave then, but she catches her breath when she feels the edge of the mattress shift under his weight. Eyes still closed, she's slowly waking up, her breaths steadying again by sheer willpower to not let that be known. What is he—? Her own question is cut short when his fingers brush against her hair, pushing it away from her face, and then... She can hear the smile in his voice, an uncharacteristic gentleness that takes her by surprise just as much as what preceded it.
"... and an ending to this 'date.'"
It was so light, so tender that Tifa can't be sure it happened until after it does—a small kiss, laid on her forehead that sends a chill up her spine, and awakens something in the pit of her stomach... a stirring that feels so familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. It's a good thing that he leaves her there immediately after because she can feel her face grow hot, and it isn't until she hears his footsteps moving to the front door that she opens her eyes and slowly turns her head to the crack of light bleeding into her bedroom.
Why... does she feel so sad about him leaving? Had some part of her wished he would have stayed a little longer? No, that's selfish of her. He had to get home and get some sleep, and wanting him to stay only because she was feeling a little upset about what happened tonight was too much of her to ask of him. That's why she's sad, right? Because she's still shaken about the obscene things that were shouted at and about her at the restaurant.
That's all it is.
Even if it keeps her up the rest of the night while she keeps her eyes on the door, or her red face buried in her pillow, and even if it feels odd and a little uncomfortable, that's all it is...]