[His closeness is tempting, and as she sets her cup of coffee aside on the counter behind her, the desire to toss it all away and just pull him in for a kiss is there, her craving for it only growing as his warmth slowly envelops her—a warmth that she's missed these past three days—but... she knows that there will be plenty of time for that later.
So, she sates that appetite by wrapping her arms around him so that she can hold him close.
But now that she's here, she doesn't even know where to start with all of it. All the things that have been weighing heavy on her mind since before he even left have only festered further, and Tifa knows how silly those thoughts are... She knows that she has nothing to worry about and yet...]
When you were back home, did you...
[She bites her lip as the anxious butterflies rise in her stomach, and she finds a different way to word it.]
... I was always worried that things might've changed. With you, and us...
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So, she sates that appetite by wrapping her arms around him so that she can hold him close.
But now that she's here, she doesn't even know where to start with all of it. All the things that have been weighing heavy on her mind since before he even left have only festered further, and Tifa knows how silly those thoughts are... She knows that she has nothing to worry about and yet...]
When you were back home, did you...
[She bites her lip as the anxious butterflies rise in her stomach, and she finds a different way to word it.]
... I was always worried that things might've changed. With you, and us...