The name rings a bell and image forms in his head. Fluffy...spikey...yellow... ...Bird? No that was his familiar. But before he can think further, he hears that sob and his eyes widen in shock.
—Tifa!?
Whatever he expected, it was nowhere close to this and he actually starts to feel some regret in having her go through this. However it may be for the best if she had been holding it in for so long. Even so, seeing her cry so desperately, there's a strange tightness in his chest, a scratchy feeling that refuses to be shaken off. He can hear the heartbreak in her voice, see it so clearly despite her attempts to hide her face behind her hands, feel in the wetness of her tears that drip onto his face as he looks up at her, a helpless feeling washing over him.
Briefly he's reminded of when she had opened the door when he saw her after Celliwig and how surprised he had been when she had started sobbing, but this...this felt different. For some reason it bothered him more.
A low whine escapes him as he reaches up to her, cursing the fact that he's stuck like this. Comforting people...he's already not that great at it but what can even do like this?? All he can do is softly whine again as if calling out to her and lightly bump his head against the underside of her chin, nuzzling her gently as he tries to display some kind of reassurance and comfort to her. When he feels more of those tears, he instinctively moves his head so that he can lightly lick the ones at her chin. It's all he can do, but he really wishes he could just use his damn hands. If he wasn't like this, if he was just back to normal he could...]
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The name rings a bell and image forms in his head. Fluffy...spikey...yellow... ...Bird? No that was his familiar. But before he can think further, he hears that sob and his eyes widen in shock.
—Tifa!?
Whatever he expected, it was nowhere close to this and he actually starts to feel some regret in having her go through this. However it may be for the best if she had been holding it in for so long. Even so, seeing her cry so desperately, there's a strange tightness in his chest, a scratchy feeling that refuses to be shaken off. He can hear the heartbreak in her voice, see it so clearly despite her attempts to hide her face behind her hands, feel in the wetness of her tears that drip onto his face as he looks up at her, a helpless feeling washing over him.
Briefly he's reminded of when she had opened the door when he saw her after Celliwig and how surprised he had been when she had started sobbing, but this...this felt different. For some reason it bothered him more.
A low whine escapes him as he reaches up to her, cursing the fact that he's stuck like this. Comforting people...he's already not that great at it but what can even do like this?? All he can do is softly whine again as if calling out to her and lightly bump his head against the underside of her chin, nuzzling her gently as he tries to display some kind of reassurance and comfort to her. When he feels more of those tears, he instinctively moves his head so that he can lightly lick the ones at her chin. It's all he can do, but he really wishes he could just use his damn hands. If he wasn't like this, if he was just back to normal he could...]