[Her hand twitches to reach for his that presses to his face, but she hesitates, the words and actions still not coming to her, and she instead tightens her fingers in frustration. Frustration because how many times has this happened to them now? One would think that this world would grow tired of playing such stupid games with them given how they usually end, but it hasn't yet.
The difference now is that she should be able to find the words and actions that she could try to comfort and reassure him with, but...
When all else fails...
Tifa shifts, moving until she's nearly seated on his lap in front of him, giving no place to hide or flee from her. No place to look away from the strength that she tries to give him, or the truth.]
Those weren't your thoughts. And even if they were...
[She pauses, biting her lip, because she has a feeling he won't like what's coming next.]
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The difference now is that she should be able to find the words and actions that she could try to comfort and reassure him with, but...
When all else fails...
Tifa shifts, moving until she's nearly seated on his lap in front of him, giving no place to hide or flee from her. No place to look away from the strength that she tries to give him, or the truth.]
Those weren't your thoughts. And even if they were...
[She pauses, biting her lip, because she has a feeling he won't like what's coming next.]
It wouldn't change anything.