[Her breath catches subtly in her throat, but he'll no doubt have heard it, even as she tries to swallow down that bubble of dread that leaps up from the center of her chest. The air around her snaps cold, as if his words had sucked any warmth right out of it, and she can feel the goosebumps rising all over her skin, and that pool of heat forming where she'd felt the blood in the dream...
Where it had felt so, so real...
Tifa doesn't mean to put any distance between them, but she leans back again to look into his eyes, to try and stare past that hardened expression and see what he's really thinking and feeling, but it's so hard to when her own eyes are starting to glaze over with fear.
Her fingers twitch against his cheek, and her hand slides down to rest around the back of his neck instead.]
...Is this...
[She's almost too afraid to say the words and bring that memory forward again after she—they had worked so hard to push it away.]
... about what happened in that dreamscape?
[He should know which one she's referring to. It's haunted them both for far too long, it seems.]
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Where it had felt so, so real...
Tifa doesn't mean to put any distance between them, but she leans back again to look into his eyes, to try and stare past that hardened expression and see what he's really thinking and feeling, but it's so hard to when her own eyes are starting to glaze over with fear.
Her fingers twitch against his cheek, and her hand slides down to rest around the back of his neck instead.]
...Is this...
[She's almost too afraid to say the words and bring that memory forward again after she—they had worked so hard to push it away.]
... about what happened in that dreamscape?
[He should know which one she's referring to. It's haunted them both for far too long, it seems.]