[There's a tiny, weak nudge against his shoulder when Tifa brings up a fist to punch him for that, if one can even call it that. It's more a gentle, teasing bump back before she's burying her face further into his chest to hide it.
He's falling into this much easier than she is, funnily enough, and much to her surprise. When they'd met, he seemed hesitant to sit with her at all, let alone talk, and she'd pegged him as the silent, alone type. She'd been right, but this is a whole other side to Eustace that she never thought she'd see. This soft, careful side that protects her, and keeps her warm.
Knowing that, it makes her feel... special, again.
She likes this side of him. Granted, Tifa likes all sides of him, but this is different. This is for her.
Smiling to herself, she lets her eyes flutter shut.
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He's falling into this much easier than she is, funnily enough, and much to her surprise. When they'd met, he seemed hesitant to sit with her at all, let alone talk, and she'd pegged him as the silent, alone type. She'd been right, but this is a whole other side to Eustace that she never thought she'd see. This soft, careful side that protects her, and keeps her warm.
Knowing that, it makes her feel... special, again.
She likes this side of him. Granted, Tifa likes all sides of him, but this is different. This is for her.
Smiling to herself, she lets her eyes flutter shut.
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Be quiet, and go to sleep.