Cloud gave a single nod, curling his hand around Tifa's. He led her to his room, remaining silent the entire time. It almost felt like they were teenagers sneaking into his room, but he hadn't felt truly like a kid since before Zack died. Before Nibelheim. Possibly before even then.
Once inside, Cloud removed his weapon, setting it against the wall and turning to look at Tifa with a soft, awkward smile.
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Date: 2009-11-20 11:06 pm (UTC)Once inside, Cloud removed his weapon, setting it against the wall and turning to look at Tifa with a soft, awkward smile.
"Can... can I ask you something?"