[There's an odd flutter in her stomach when his thumb comes to brush under her eyes again. It's not so unfamiliar that she doesn't recognize what it is, but it's jarring enough that she loses her breath for a moment, it catching in the back of her throat instead. She wants to reach out and take his hand in hers, to hold it and keep it where it is, but that feels like too much... So, she wipes it against her tear-stained cheeks.
Is he... making a joke right now? Of all the times, she thinks to herself, but she isn't mad. It draws a small laugh out of her, and a sad smile.
"I'm back" — they're so simple, those words, but for whatever reason she doesn't have the strength to pinpoint right now, they mean so much to her coming from him. All her life, she'd felt abandoned and alone, living every day wishing that she wouldn't be so alone, and fearing that the people who did come to her would return each day to see her again.
Knowing that she can count on him to always come back? That means the most to her right now, and it takes all of the fortitude she has left not to let herself break down again. He'll see the tears welling up once more before she looks away, and they pour down her cheeks. Damn, she'd just wiped them clean, too.
Tifa pushes a fist against his chest, and in turn, it pushes her a little further away.]
I'll try not to.
[She's withdrawing now, that fluttering in her stomach and chest only growing until it's uncomfortable.]
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Is he... making a joke right now? Of all the times, she thinks to herself, but she isn't mad. It draws a small laugh out of her, and a sad smile.
"I'm back" — they're so simple, those words, but for whatever reason she doesn't have the strength to pinpoint right now, they mean so much to her coming from him. All her life, she'd felt abandoned and alone, living every day wishing that she wouldn't be so alone, and fearing that the people who did come to her would return each day to see her again.
Knowing that she can count on him to always come back? That means the most to her right now, and it takes all of the fortitude she has left not to let herself break down again. He'll see the tears welling up once more before she looks away, and they pour down her cheeks. Damn, she'd just wiped them clean, too.
Tifa pushes a fist against his chest, and in turn, it pushes her a little further away.]
I'll try not to.
[She's withdrawing now, that fluttering in her stomach and chest only growing until it's uncomfortable.]
As long as you keep out of trouble next time.