[She's taken by surprise when she feels his forehead bump against her shoulder, and there's the breath of a gasp when his arms find their place around her, but Tifa can only lean into it, leaning her head to the side of his, her expression muted, yet patient.]
What do you mean, the way you figured it out?
[What happened? What did he do? How did it end? Her question encompasses all of that, and he can answer as much or as little as he's comfortable with, her voice making that clear, and how she threads her fingers through his.]
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What do you mean, the way you figured it out?
[What happened? What did he do? How did it end? Her question encompasses all of that, and he can answer as much or as little as he's comfortable with, her voice making that clear, and how she threads her fingers through his.]