[Tifa, seeing his hands balling into fists like that, threads her fingers in between his, opening it up until she can weave them together and hold on tight. No matter how happy these memories are, it can still be hard to look back on them, but if he needs the reminder that he should cherish these memories rather than avoid them, she's there to do that, even if it's just being a pillar when it becomes difficult.]

Never would've guessed you had siblings. Always got the impression you were a single child kinda guy.

[Just by virtue of his steady, silent demeanor, although now it makes sense. Given that he had been the eldest son, there was surely a lot of responsibility placed on his shoulders that his older sister never had. Not that Tifa would know herself, being the only child, but that's the sort of dynamic she'd always imagined would exist if she ever had a younger sibling.

But she knows how hard it would be to talk about what could have been, so she focuses instead on what had been.]

What were they like? Was your older sister as cool and calm as you?