[His gesture is surprising, and there's even a gasp as she's pulled to him, but after that initial alarm, she yields to it. She doesn't wrap her arms around him quite yet, nor does she look at him. Instead, her face finds a place to rest on his chest. Tifa tries to shake her head in response to his question, but he'll know better than that.
Bothered might not be quite the right word she would attach to this, but—]
No. Just... Every time I hear about your life before us...
[Her voice grows quieter.]
I think about how much I still don't know.
[It isn't his secret to tell her, she understands, but she remembers the first time she had heard those words from him. The one and only time had been in the hot springs in Camelot, and back then, they had been at the start of their relationship... But she would be lying if she said that it didn't sting a little more when she can feel the weight of the rings as her fingers idly fidget with them under the sheets as they tend to in moments like this.]
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Bothered might not be quite the right word she would attach to this, but—]
No. Just... Every time I hear about your life before us...
[Her voice grows quieter.]
I think about how much I still don't know.
[It isn't his secret to tell her, she understands, but she remembers the first time she had heard those words from him. The one and only time had been in the hot springs in Camelot, and back then, they had been at the start of their relationship... But she would be lying if she said that it didn't sting a little more when she can feel the weight of the rings as her fingers idly fidget with them under the sheets as they tend to in moments like this.]