Cloud doesn't seem like the easiest guy to get along with?
No offense. You obviously like him a lot.
[And doesn't that burn, a little. But...whatever, right? Tifa's way out of his league anyway. And also totally holding a candle for Cloud and, like. Whatever.]
[She knows Cloud isn't easy for everyone to get along with, at least when he decides he doesn't care for someone. But. But. Her nerves are already frayed, and her automatic response is to be defensive, because whatever his faults, Cloud is her best friend, crush or no crush. That fake video of him is still fresh in her mind along with his very real death.]
He's only been back a few days. Did you even give him a chance?
[Nope. No, Zach is not going there. He's not getting into a fight with Tifa over Cloud. He's just - he's not in the mood. Under other circumstances, he'd be happy to dig in and get more reactions like this from her, tidbits of information that says a lot more than she's willing to admit, but.
Zach is way too tired. He's not gonna apologize, though.]
Allllllllllright, thanks for the chat, but I'm out. Didn't come to you to make you angry, or to feel even worse than I did beforehand. [His voice softens.] I'll talk to you later.
Hey, look, I'm sorry I was an asshole. I didn't mean to upset you.
[He says the words quickly and don't really expect an answer; he's not sure he wants one. He just wants to stop feeling guilty about making her angry at him. He's already fucked enough, he doesn't need to screw up whatever kind of tentative friendship they could be building.
So, he's sucking it up, and apologizing, and he's embarrassed about it. He doesn't want pity or condescension, so he hangs up as soon as he's done.]
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No offense. You obviously like him a lot.
[And doesn't that burn, a little. But...whatever, right? Tifa's way out of his league anyway. And also totally holding a candle for Cloud and, like. Whatever.]
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He's only been back a few days. Did you even give him a chance?
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Zach is way too tired. He's not gonna apologize, though.]
Allllllllllright, thanks for the chat, but I'm out. Didn't come to you to make you angry, or to feel even worse than I did beforehand. [His voice softens.] I'll talk to you later.
[later, still private, still voice]
[He says the words quickly and don't really expect an answer; he's not sure he wants one. He just wants to stop feeling guilty about making her angry at him. He's already fucked enough, he doesn't need to screw up whatever kind of tentative friendship they could be building.
So, he's sucking it up, and apologizing, and he's embarrassed about it. He doesn't want pity or condescension, so he hangs up as soon as he's done.]