[Knowing that Eustace, too, had seen him... Was she really the only one who hasn't? Of all the people... She does wonder though, remembering that there was a previous iteration of herself here, had that version of Tifa met with Cloud? Did she know what was going on? So, what changed in that time? It clearly wasn't long in between, judging by what Aerith had said when she first walked into that flower shop of hers... She tries not to think about those missing memories too much, but now she can't help but ask herself.
Too bad she can't literally ask herself.
Pulling back just far enough that she can at least look at Eustace, Tifa shakes her head.]
No. It's fine. You don't have to do that.
[It's asking for too much from Eustace, and Cloud. Putting pressure on him that perhaps he doesn't want. She knows Cloud, she knows him better than anyone else, and that if Cloud doesn't want something, doing it will only work in pushing him further away from her.
Besides...
She can't help herself. She slides her arms around Eustace, allowing herself to fall against him again in a proper hug this time. Had she hugged him before like this? Not that she can recall, but then again, she had been in a sleepy stupor the night they went on that "date", which... hm. She'd rather not go back to that memory if she can help it—it only made things awkward for them for a time.
Tifa wants to tell him what she's thinking right now as her arms tighten around him. That she's grateful for all he's done... For having her back countless times, and for always being there. Camelot is such a lonely place, but it feels a little bit less lonely with him around. She wants to tell him that she's realized something on her quiet walk through the woods... That he really is more than enough.
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Too bad she can't literally ask herself.
Pulling back just far enough that she can at least look at Eustace, Tifa shakes her head.]
No. It's fine. You don't have to do that.
[It's asking for too much from Eustace, and Cloud. Putting pressure on him that perhaps he doesn't want. She knows Cloud, she knows him better than anyone else, and that if Cloud doesn't want something, doing it will only work in pushing him further away from her.
Besides...
She can't help herself. She slides her arms around Eustace, allowing herself to fall against him again in a proper hug this time. Had she hugged him before like this? Not that she can recall, but then again, she had been in a sleepy stupor the night they went on that "date", which... hm. She'd rather not go back to that memory if she can help it—it only made things awkward for them for a time.
Tifa wants to tell him what she's thinking right now as her arms tighten around him. That she's grateful for all he's done... For having her back countless times, and for always being there. Camelot is such a lonely place, but it feels a little bit less lonely with him around. She wants to tell him that she's realized something on her quiet walk through the woods... That he really is more than enough.
Instead, she sighs.]
Thank you...