[Another breath she doesn't realize she'd been holding in her lungs falls out of her in a single exhale, and Tifa's whole body relaxes against his. It isn't much, that, but it's something... Something that she can do, and wants to do. Just be right here with him, keep him warm, keep the nightmares at bay, and most importantly, keep him safe.]
... I can do that.
[Those starflowers that had struggled to bloom now quiver in some non-existent wind, their petals still struggling, but their glow is not so dim as Tifa brings her hands to press her palms to his chest.]
You're cold.
[But so is she. The whole room is cold.
Her eyes come up to meet his, a silent plea shining in them.]
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... I can do that.
[Those starflowers that had struggled to bloom now quiver in some non-existent wind, their petals still struggling, but their glow is not so dim as Tifa brings her hands to press her palms to his chest.]
You're cold.
[But so is she. The whole room is cold.
Her eyes come up to meet his, a silent plea shining in them.]
... Tell me if it's too much, okay?