Would, even, if it wasn't for the way her eyes fall away and the sudden air of awkwardness that falls over them.
And he knows. He's not dense enough not to know, not to have figured it out. In so many ways, he wishes things could be different in that moment. Wishes they were back home, wishes that there weren't so many things standing in the way. Wishes that he could tell her that it's alright. That he knows. That he's always known. That he's ready to start over, to start new, with her at his side. Ready to make up for all of the time they had lost, ready to make things right.
Ready to be there with her, to accept everything she had to offer and to offer it all in return.
But they're not home. They're not and there's so much in their way, so many other things that require their attention.]
Tifa- [Voice soft, gentle, meant only for the two of them.] Don't give up on me, okay?
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Should end it there.
Would, even, if it wasn't for the way her eyes fall away and the sudden air of awkwardness that falls over them.
And he knows. He's not dense enough not to know, not to have figured it out. In so many ways, he wishes things could be different in that moment. Wishes they were back home, wishes that there weren't so many things standing in the way. Wishes that he could tell her that it's alright. That he knows. That he's always known. That he's ready to start over, to start new, with her at his side. Ready to make up for all of the time they had lost, ready to make things right.
Ready to be there with her, to accept everything she had to offer and to offer it all in return.
But they're not home. They're not and there's so much in their way, so many other things that require their attention.]
Tifa- [Voice soft, gentle, meant only for the two of them.] Don't give up on me, okay?