[A quiet, almost pained noise escapes her, as if she were trying to fight back an oncoming sob. He's suffered through so much, and how much of it does Tifa truly know?
Her other hand comes up to rest against her chest, where the charm and the dog tag lay hidden beneath her shirt, and she can feel them through the fabric, can feel their weight around her neck as they remind her of how far they've come together in the last year... and how much further they can go if he'd just let her in a little bit more.]
Well... [she begins slowly, the word forming before she has something to follow it up with.] We can talk about them.
[They should talk about them is what she should have said.]
I want to know... Whatever they are, I wanna help.
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Her other hand comes up to rest against her chest, where the charm and the dog tag lay hidden beneath her shirt, and she can feel them through the fabric, can feel their weight around her neck as they remind her of how far they've come together in the last year... and how much further they can go if he'd just let her in a little bit more.]
Well... [she begins slowly, the word forming before she has something to follow it up with.] We can talk about them.
[They should talk about them is what she should have said.]
I want to know... Whatever they are, I wanna help.