[The moment Tifa leaves is the moment cold air once again fills the space where she once was, the warmth only barely lingering around him. She might not be showing it, but he can tell—she's trying and forcing her way through this as much as he is. For a moment he wonders if they should stay home instead... But feeling the cold only makes him certain they need to step out into fresh air. A place where they can feel more relaxed, with better memories.
Gripping the knife in his hand, he cuts through the tomatoes, lettuce, meats, cheese, and bread with focused precision, deftly preparing the various sandwiches before putting them in the container and returning everything back into their pace. Just a little longer. They just...have to hold it in for just a little longer. But not much longer, he knows. Eventually...
...
He rubs his shoulder, and it's then that he hears the mew and feels a weight against his leg. With Eria and Clover looking up at him, he just manages a small smile and pets them both.]
...We'll be fine. Just hang around the others until we get back.
[There's a grumble, but Eria understands and will usher Clover over to greet Tifa when she returns before Eustace has his turn.]
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Gripping the knife in his hand, he cuts through the tomatoes, lettuce, meats, cheese, and bread with focused precision, deftly preparing the various sandwiches before putting them in the container and returning everything back into their pace. Just a little longer. They just...have to hold it in for just a little longer. But not much longer, he knows. Eventually...
...
He rubs his shoulder, and it's then that he hears the mew and feels a weight against his leg. With Eria and Clover looking up at him, he just manages a small smile and pets them both.]
...We'll be fine. Just hang around the others until we get back.
[There's a grumble, but Eria understands and will usher Clover over to greet Tifa when she returns before Eustace has his turn.]
Yeah, we're good.