[ He'd be lying if he said he never dreamed of this — of having Cloud's hands on him away from the battlefield, even if he'd barely known the man for more than one evening. Even though it's through two layers of clothing he can feel the strength in his fingers as they press and dig into his ribs, into his flanks, and over his abdomen and were this anyone else, Roche likely would've started stretching or flexing to show off without really showing. He'd done such things to humor his bolder fans (the pictures of having someone hanging off his arms were absolutely worth it), and he absolutely wasn't against flaunting what he had to strangers in bars, but...
Cloud wasn't them.
It's because of that reason Roche does his best to keep his gears in neutral, but what really does it? It's the uncertainty he thinks he hears in his voice. At least it's what he'd call it if it were coming out of his own mouth. Roche watches him for a few moments, head tilting in thought. ]
I'd certainly hope so after everything I endured.
[ Everything he'd have to endure if the rumors and whispers were true. ]
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Cloud wasn't them.
It's because of that reason Roche does his best to keep his gears in neutral, but what really does it? It's the uncertainty he thinks he hears in his voice. At least it's what he'd call it if it were coming out of his own mouth. Roche watches him for a few moments, head tilting in thought. ]
I'd certainly hope so after everything I endured.
[ Everything he'd have to endure if the rumors and whispers were true. ]
Do I not look the part?