[Maybe that's the problem. Maybe that's where Tifa keeps going wrong—she keeps trying to find an answer for every little thing that she does, and tries to come up with a good enough reason to make herself feel better about her actions, and for who? For her? That only made it harder to live in the moment, which is what she's been trying to do, with some success.
All that advice that she spouted at Aerith, and not even she could handle listening to it herself sometimes.
But that's enough thinking about that. Leaning forward slightly, Tifa curls her knees up to her chest, and her chin rests on top of them, and she stares at Aerith from across the couch.
They did all of this to have a girl's night in, and so that's exactly what it's going to be, all of her doubts and reservations be damned.]
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All that advice that she spouted at Aerith, and not even she could handle listening to it herself sometimes.
But that's enough thinking about that. Leaning forward slightly, Tifa curls her knees up to her chest, and her chin rests on top of them, and she stares at Aerith from across the couch.
They did all of this to have a girl's night in, and so that's exactly what it's going to be, all of her doubts and reservations be damned.]
Reason I asked was... I met someone...