[It is unusual, and when he snaps his gaze away from her, she feels a pang of guilt and an ache in her chest. Hypocritical, of course, for her to feel that way when he does the exact thing she had been doing to him just now, but when Eustace falters like this, it hurts her to see, and her heart wants nothing more than to reach out to him, no matter how afraid she is to let him see that pain.
So, it does. Her hand comes up to his chin, and she gives it a light tap to guide his eyes back to hers.]
Hey...
[She tries to keep the pain out of her voice, but a sob finds its way through the cracks that have started to form in that resilient veneer she's put up.]
It's okay...
[Even if it is a terrifying thought, she wants to know. She wants to talk about the things that he might not even realize have bothered him. No matter what it is, Tifa isn't going to run away or love him any less.]
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So, it does. Her hand comes up to his chin, and she gives it a light tap to guide his eyes back to hers.]
Hey...
[She tries to keep the pain out of her voice, but a sob finds its way through the cracks that have started to form in that resilient veneer she's put up.]
It's okay...
[Even if it is a terrifying thought, she wants to know. She wants to talk about the things that he might not even realize have bothered him. No matter what it is, Tifa isn't going to run away or love him any less.]