[Is it a little presumptuous of her to think that isn't the case? Even Clover's tiny mewl has a doubtful ring to it, and she lifts her head to stare at him alongside Tifa, whose brows furrow together with concern while she watches him. The blank staring, the beats of silence before he finally answered...
It's very much not like him—he's always so aware and alert, even when tired, and that worries her.]
Doesn't look like nothing, but... alright. [She dips her chin to Clover's head and closes her eyes against the kitten's head.] I can listen though, if something's bugging you.
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It's very much not like him—he's always so aware and alert, even when tired, and that worries her.]
Doesn't look like nothing, but... alright. [She dips her chin to Clover's head and closes her eyes against the kitten's head.] I can listen though, if something's bugging you.
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Talk to her. Please.]