[Tifa, on the other hand, doesn't fall asleep so easily. She's become hyper-aware of her surroundings, namely Clover being pressed against her back, and the warmth that Eustace gives off under the sheets that it's hard to think of anything else other than that and not rolling over and accidentally squishing the cat.
She closes her eyes and tries, but the relief of sleep never comes.
And at some point in the night, she has no idea when, the twitching, kicks, and small cries coming from behind her has her finally turning onto her other side. Clover is curled up into the tightest little ball, and even in the dark, Tifa can see her whiskers twitching. She slides a hand out from under the covers, and just as she's about to place a hand on the cat's head to comfort her, Clover lets out the saddest yowl before her eyes open and her body snaps into an alert position.
Instead of a pet, Tifa nudges the man laying on the other side to wake him, if that cry didn't already do the trick.]
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She closes her eyes and tries, but the relief of sleep never comes.
And at some point in the night, she has no idea when, the twitching, kicks, and small cries coming from behind her has her finally turning onto her other side. Clover is curled up into the tightest little ball, and even in the dark, Tifa can see her whiskers twitching. She slides a hand out from under the covers, and just as she's about to place a hand on the cat's head to comfort her, Clover lets out the saddest yowl before her eyes open and her body snaps into an alert position.
Instead of a pet, Tifa nudges the man laying on the other side to wake him, if that cry didn't already do the trick.]
Eustace...