[Her hand slides over his shoulder and to his chest where she presses her palm to his skin, firmly, as if seeking the heartbeat that she should know is there... but there's that small part of her that looks for it anyway.]
When you say push it back...
[Slowly, Tifa's eyes move up to meet his again, and they spark with worry.]
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When you say push it back...
[Slowly, Tifa's eyes move up to meet his again, and they spark with worry.]
... Does that mean it's still there? Inside you?