"It's... hard to explain. Shelke will be able to tell you properly." He shook his head only to look down at Tifa a moment later, brushing back some of her dark hair with his leather clad fingertips. Without expectations or warnings, Cloud spoke again, right from his heart, "I missed you, Tifa."

He wanted to kiss her, but maybe that was too forward in the bar. Either way, he was content to just hold her against him.