[His surprise doesn't come as one to her and at first, she only laughs back, amused, but as her hand comes to rest against the side of his face again, her expression turns affection and warm, her eyes brimming with that gleam of fondness that she only ever reserves for him.]

Yes, you.

[Tifa's face flushes with a colour that's deep and obvious enough that he can likely see it through the dimmer lights.]

Snowfalls are... calm. Quiet... Soft. [She begins carefully.] I could watch them all day back in Nibelheim when I was growing up. The first snowfalls were always my favourite... But then there were the days when it stormed, and the snow would bat at the windows. It would remind me of how strong and resilient it was. Even dangerous, sometimes.

[Her thumb rolls lightly over his cheek.]

But in the end... no matter how cold the snow is, if you're brave enough to reach out and touch it, it just... melts away.