[She braces herself against the counter when his weight suddenly rests over her, caging her in place, and she huffs back at him with a little, relieved laugh because she, too, feels much better now that he's here. Tifa had spent all those minutes fretting and wondering about him, her stomach twisting itself into knots for what felt like an eternity when she heard the water running in the other room, but she would try to focus instead on slicing the vegetables or the sweeter scent of the coffee.
Popping the lid on the fruits, she leans her head back against his shoulder, humming her approval, but using this moment to hide the worry in her face.]
I'm glad.
[Hearing his voice say the word is enough of a relief for now, underscored by the thought that he doesn't have to leave her side again.]
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Popping the lid on the fruits, she leans her head back against his shoulder, humming her approval, but using this moment to hide the worry in her face.]
I'm glad.
[Hearing his voice say the word is enough of a relief for now, underscored by the thought that he doesn't have to leave her side again.]
I left the sandwiches for you.