[He is actually quite fine just being alone on the floor like this. Eustace doesn't exactly want Tifa to see the pained, embarrassed expression he can't hide, so he's going to take the opportunity to try and regain his composure.]
Uh...sure, whatever you have.
[And he'll wait until Tifa leaves before he drops his head back onto the floor, the back of his arm pressed against his eyes. He doesn't even notice Clover first hopping onto his chest, mewing at him and pawing at his chin before she hops off to trot after Tifa since Dad seems to be having a crisis.
Because he really is.
It's true he was initially startled when he opened his eyes and found Tifa staring so close to his face, but it's what happened after that was the real cause for his actions and trying to get away in such a clumsy manner. All at once he had been besieged by an overwhelming feeling of how attractive she had been to him in that moment. How when he realized it was her body he was holding he actually didn't want to let her go—that a strange heat had begun to spread from his fingertips to the rest of his body and that he wanted to touch more of her. The feeling of her palm against his lips and the very strange yet strong desire to press against it to kiss it. And then to move it away so he could close the distance between them.
All of that as well as starting to feel something else developing while realizing their legs were entangled is what ultimately made him run like a madman and leaving him on the floor wanting to bury himself in a hole.
Because how could he?
How could he think of that of Tifa not once but twice now. And Tifa of all—
He's just tired. That's all it has to be, he's just tired and it all was just—a matter of circumstance. There's no way he could really harbor such thoughts about her. Once he's sure Clover is settled and leaves he'll go straight to the shooting range to clear his head.
It'll be a while before Eustace comes out dressed and freshened up.]
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Uh...sure, whatever you have.
[And he'll wait until Tifa leaves before he drops his head back onto the floor, the back of his arm pressed against his eyes. He doesn't even notice Clover first hopping onto his chest, mewing at him and pawing at his chin before she hops off to trot after Tifa since Dad seems to be having a crisis.
Because he really is.
It's true he was initially startled when he opened his eyes and found Tifa staring so close to his face, but it's what happened after that was the real cause for his actions and trying to get away in such a clumsy manner. All at once he had been besieged by an overwhelming feeling of how attractive she had been to him in that moment. How when he realized it was her body he was holding he actually didn't want to let her go—that a strange heat had begun to spread from his fingertips to the rest of his body and that he wanted to touch more of her. The feeling of her palm against his lips and the very strange yet strong desire to press against it to kiss it. And then to move it away so he could close the distance between them.
All of that as well as starting to feel something else developing while realizing their legs were entangled is what ultimately made him run like a madman and leaving him on the floor wanting to bury himself in a hole.
Because how could he?
How could he think of that of Tifa not once but twice now. And Tifa of all—
He's just tired. That's all it has to be, he's just tired and it all was just—a matter of circumstance. There's no way he could really harbor such thoughts about her. Once he's sure Clover is settled and leaves he'll go straight to the shooting range to clear his head.
It'll be a while before Eustace comes out dressed and freshened up.]