[She knows that tone. It's the kind that leaves a shiver up her spine, and beneath the sheets, she clutches his crystal lantern a little tighter, using every ounce of willpower she has not to let her eyes move back to the gun. She doesn't want to look at it right now, too disgusted by it—no, by her own weird subconscious feelings—but it's so hard not to.]
It's fine... It was just a stupid dream.
[She insists on it, her voice urging him to let it go, but when she catches a glimpse of him and the way he's looking at her, she knows that it'll only be a matter of time before he gets the truth out of her one way or another. Ugh, why must he be this way!!!
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So there's a stretch of silence that falls between them during which Tifa opens her mouth, closes it, and opens it again to speak, but only an uncomfortable sound comes out at first before it turns into a sigh, and she clears her throat.]
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It's fine... It was just a stupid dream.
[She insists on it, her voice urging him to let it go, but when she catches a glimpse of him and the way he's looking at her, she knows that it'll only be a matter of time before he gets the truth out of her one way or another. Ugh, why must he be this way!!!
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So there's a stretch of silence that falls between them during which Tifa opens her mouth, closes it, and opens it again to speak, but only an uncomfortable sound comes out at first before it turns into a sigh, and she clears her throat.]
It's embarrassing...