[ he does as he’s told, swooping to clutch at daan’s pooled up pants to toss them in his direction. cloud listens, but his brows knit slightly, face hardening in the light. ]

…Don’t really have a preference. I’ve worn panties and a…a corset? I think… but—

[ his gaze is a little grave with concern. ]

It’s okay if you need time. That was… kind of a lot.

[ he did watch you cry, you know. ]