When he finally does, it startles Tifa—not just his voice, but his incredibly blunt choice of words, even if that was definitely the case. Even she knows it now, looking back, now that she's had a little bit of time to try processing what she saw in the dream while she lay beneath the covers.
There's a shift, and slowly, the pillow falls off from over her face, and her eyes peek out to look at him. Or look near him. She's too scared to know what his reaction is.]
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When he finally does, it startles Tifa—not just his voice, but his incredibly blunt choice of words, even if that was definitely the case. Even she knows it now, looking back, now that she's had a little bit of time to try processing what she saw in the dream while she lay beneath the covers.
There's a shift, and slowly, the pillow falls off from over her face, and her eyes peek out to look at him. Or look near him. She's too scared to know what his reaction is.]
... Jealous feels like such a strong word.
[Except it's not. That's exactly what it is.]