[Again he's grateful when Clover hops onto his chest. If she hadn't... Primals he shouldn't feel tortured by this. He shouldn't even feel anything let alone tempted to just—
His hands are still on her.
Releasing a breath and keeping his gaze averted, he hastily releases his grip and one of his hands awkwardly moves to roughly pet the kitten. There's a small protesting mewl and he quickly softens his actions, but he continues wondering what the hell is wrong with him and hoping Tifa didn't notice. Given that she hasn't shown any signs of unease aside from natural expectations of their situation, he can only believe he's in the clear.
...Why is this so damn difficult... Why is she the one who makes him feel differently? He can't even blame their circumstances because he would never have felt anything remotely close to this. Whatever "this" is.
When she finally frees them of the covers and removes herself, he feels the weight of that tension finally released and can only then start to relax. Of course now he has a kitten to deal with...
Or should he just stay on the floor? Maybe that would be better—
Silently he picks up the kitten and holds her high up above his face, frowning at her. Let's stop thinking about Tifa and focus on this troublemaker.]
Look, you already caused enough problems. You're sleeping here with Tifa—
[Ah, there she goes protesting again. It's just a bunch of sad and angry mewls, but Tifa can tell from his tired expression that she's throwing a tantrum.
"No!! I'm not ready!! I want to sleep with Daddy!!"
Primals why does she keep saying that—]
I told you, I'm not your—
["I miss Mommy!! And my brothers and sisters!! I don't want you to leave me like they did!!"
....
.........
Ah....... Shit now her crying has turned to actual heartbreaking mews and he quickly sits up and holds her against him, his eyes wide as he looks up at Tifa before he looks genuinely troubled.]
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His hands are still on her.
Releasing a breath and keeping his gaze averted, he hastily releases his grip and one of his hands awkwardly moves to roughly pet the kitten. There's a small protesting mewl and he quickly softens his actions, but he continues wondering what the hell is wrong with him and hoping Tifa didn't notice. Given that she hasn't shown any signs of unease aside from natural expectations of their situation, he can only believe he's in the clear.
...Why is this so damn difficult... Why is she the one who makes him feel differently? He can't even blame their circumstances because he would never have felt anything remotely close to this. Whatever "this" is.
When she finally frees them of the covers and removes herself, he feels the weight of that tension finally released and can only then start to relax. Of course now he has a kitten to deal with...
Or should he just stay on the floor? Maybe that would be better—
Silently he picks up the kitten and holds her high up above his face, frowning at her. Let's stop thinking about Tifa and focus on this troublemaker.]
Look, you already caused enough problems. You're sleeping here with Tifa—
[Ah, there she goes protesting again. It's just a bunch of sad and angry mewls, but Tifa can tell from his tired expression that she's throwing a tantrum.
"No!! I'm not ready!! I want to sleep with Daddy!!"
Primals why does she keep saying that—]
I told you, I'm not your—
["I miss Mommy!! And my brothers and sisters!! I don't want you to leave me like they did!!"
....
.........
Ah....... Shit now her crying has turned to actual heartbreaking mews and he quickly sits up and holds her against him, his eyes wide as he looks up at Tifa before he looks genuinely troubled.]
...This is bad.