[She glances back over her shoulder at him when he says it, her heart thumping in her chest with both relief and sadness. Sadness that there isn't much else that she can do for him besides just... being here and offering him reassurances that she knows will take a while to pierce through the guilt that she knows he's feeling, because she feels it, too.
Outwardly, Tifa only huffs with a quiet sigh.]
You have me.
[All of her. Always. Whether he wants it or needs it, or not. He just needs to reach out to her.
But she will meet him partway for him to come when he's ready, patient, as she slides further onto the bed, shifting until she's closer...]
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Outwardly, Tifa only huffs with a quiet sigh.]
You have me.
[All of her. Always. Whether he wants it or needs it, or not. He just needs to reach out to her.
But she will meet him partway for him to come when he's ready, patient, as she slides further onto the bed, shifting until she's closer...]