[She knew it would be a useless endeavor to try and hide her own fears about it. Tifa had grown up quickly and learned how to mask them all well for the sake of others, and for herself, but Eustace... he could open her up so easily and read her as if it were nothing that was it even worth the effort?
She stiffens when he mentions it, and when he voices that same question that's been troubling her at the back of her mind since they decided they would come out here, her eyes move from the sunrise to him. She stares at him for a while—perhaps longer than she should in silence, and her lips part with the hope of being able to come up with a reply, but nothing comes out at first.
...
Tifa shifts uncomfortably again.]
I don't know.
[She doesn't have the answers, and she wishes she did, but even the simplest one of where to start, what to say... none of that is coming to her. So, Tifa does the one thing she knows to do right now and leans in, her fingers tapping the end of his chin, and she touches her lips to his in a light kiss. It's cautious, soft, barely a brush, but it carries the same weight of her feelings her kisses always do, and she wants to be certain that he knows where she stands after all of this.
That, no matter what, she doesn't love him less than she did yesterday, or even a second ago.]
How about... from the beginning? [Tifa moves back slightly to look him in his eyes. To really look at him, and it's the first time since she has they sat in bed together.] Has this been bothering you a while?
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She stiffens when he mentions it, and when he voices that same question that's been troubling her at the back of her mind since they decided they would come out here, her eyes move from the sunrise to him. She stares at him for a while—perhaps longer than she should in silence, and her lips part with the hope of being able to come up with a reply, but nothing comes out at first.
...
Tifa shifts uncomfortably again.]
I don't know.
[She doesn't have the answers, and she wishes she did, but even the simplest one of where to start, what to say... none of that is coming to her. So, Tifa does the one thing she knows to do right now and leans in, her fingers tapping the end of his chin, and she touches her lips to his in a light kiss. It's cautious, soft, barely a brush, but it carries the same weight of her feelings her kisses always do, and she wants to be certain that he knows where she stands after all of this.
That, no matter what, she doesn't love him less than she did yesterday, or even a second ago.]
How about... from the beginning? [Tifa moves back slightly to look him in his eyes. To really look at him, and it's the first time since she has they sat in bed together.] Has this been bothering you a while?