[Tifa follows that with silence of her own, her lips pressing together while she watches him above. The last thing she wants is to strike a sore spot for him, but... she keeps finding herself wanting to know more. Wanting to poke even a little bit, with the hopes that he'll open up to her bit by bit. It's easier to do that than having him stir memories of her own past.]
I meant before everything.
[She corrects him gently, the warmth of her smile spreading to her eyes before she closes them, soaking in the warmth and feel of his hands massaging her hair.]
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I meant before everything.
[She corrects him gently, the warmth of her smile spreading to her eyes before she closes them, soaking in the warmth and feel of his hands massaging her hair.]
What was it like?
[What was he like?]