[Tifa winces, her teeth gritting at the sound of his skin unpeeling itself from the sticky floor (she still hasn't figured out why it's like this), and she moves to help him just as he is able to roll himself onto his back.
Her hand is cool from the glass of water, and she presses that same palm to his forehead, pushing his dampened hair back.]
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Her hand is cool from the glass of water, and she presses that same palm to his forehead, pushing his dampened hair back.]
What happened while I was gone...?