[His agreement has her blushing all over again, and she lowers her head to rest on his shoulder a moment, mostly so that she can hide her face.]
I think so, too...
[Her voice is whimsical and dreamy, almost distant, as her imagination wanders elsewhere. To the forests where the trees will be covered in snow and—without a doubt—starflowers. To where her dearest friends will be waiting, and where he will be standing as she walks down the aisle towards him to the piano playing that song for her...
Tifa has to force herself out of the imagery before she tumbles too far down, and she finally lifts her head.]
... You know, I wonder if we should give the song a name?
[They've been singing it to each other for months and months now, and they still don't even know what to call it.]
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I think so, too...
[Her voice is whimsical and dreamy, almost distant, as her imagination wanders elsewhere. To the forests where the trees will be covered in snow and—without a doubt—starflowers. To where her dearest friends will be waiting, and where he will be standing as she walks down the aisle towards him to the piano playing that song for her...
Tifa has to force herself out of the imagery before she tumbles too far down, and she finally lifts her head.]
... You know, I wonder if we should give the song a name?
[They've been singing it to each other for months and months now, and they still don't even know what to call it.]