[ her stomach drops. the typing notification is terrible ]
No it wasn't
[ She doesn't type this time, but she watches him type as she composes and erases in her head. I'm glad you were there. I'm glad it was you. Being with you wasn't a bad thing. ]
I'm glad I wasn't alone I'm rattled but I'm okay You?
[ she doesn't believe him, but...she had to take care of herself four more times before she slept, and it was to fever dreams of having him there. she'd even been upset when he wasn't.
that chasm between them feels like it's doubled. she's just staring at the watch trying to figure out how to reach across it when his next messages come in.
this time, she does cry, hard and ugly, clutching the watch to her chest and curling around it.
when she's finally okay, she wipes her tears and snot on her arm ]
[ She doesn't believe him. Doesn't believe they can get through this unscathed or that things are okay after last night but. It still gives her hope. They're talking. He isn't mad. That's all she can ask for today. ]
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text; un: tifa lockhart
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impulsively, stupidly, cloud responds immediately: ]
you don't owe me anything
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she types and deletes her message a few times. RIP not knowing about the 'user is typing' feature ]
You were in there too.
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it was my fault
[ he types again, too. and then deletes, over and over again, until he settles on: ]
are you okay
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No it wasn't
[ She doesn't type this time, but she watches him type as she composes and erases in her head. I'm glad you were there. I'm glad it was you. Being with you wasn't a bad thing. ]
I'm glad I wasn't alone
I'm rattled but I'm okay
You?
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[ he types it quickly, this time. he isn't. he's been shaking at the thought of it all night. seeing things he shouldn't be. retreating into himself.
still, he sends the directions to his suite. ]
you know where to find me
if it gets to be too much for you
just knock on my door
okay?
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that chasm between them feels like it's doubled. she's just staring at the watch trying to figure out how to reach across it when his next messages come in.
this time, she does cry, hard and ugly, clutching the watch to her chest and curling around it.
when she's finally okay, she wipes her tears and snot on her arm ]
sorry someone came by
thank you, Cloud
you too. I'm sending mine. I mean it.
We have each other. We shouldn't waste that.
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doesn't matter what happens here
you'll always have me
[ "even if you fuck other people, even if you fall for them, even if you do what it takes-- i'm not going to judge you for it." ]
i've got something to do
shoot me a message if you need anything
doesn't matter what
got it?
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you too Cloud
I mean it
Don't be a stranger, okay?