[It's a cooler exterior that he wears—one that, like the snow, can work to put out anything if it wanted to, that could wreck worlds with its silent vigour, but Tifa has been lucky enough to see past that. To melt away that ice that it's formed and see with her own eyes the softer, gentler sides of him, and that beautiful uniqueness on the inside. The things that make him special and stand out—the things that make him Eustace in the same way that each snowflake is different from the rest.
So, when he compares her to the sun, she can't help but laugh a little. It's a soft, happy, tender sound that glides out on a breath as she drops her forehead to meet his.]
I guess we really are perfect for each other.
[Not that there was any question in her mind about it, but there are always moments like this that remind her that it's true.]
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So, when he compares her to the sun, she can't help but laugh a little. It's a soft, happy, tender sound that glides out on a breath as she drops her forehead to meet his.]
I guess we really are perfect for each other.
[Not that there was any question in her mind about it, but there are always moments like this that remind her that it's true.]
... So, winter it is then?