[the best? he doesn't know about that. he wasn't able to even do that, not even for himself. but he listens on, raising his eyes to look at tifa. she's not saying these things to get him in any position where he doubts himself or feels shitty about choices made or promises undone.]
Tifa, we were kids—
[it feels like such a long time ago. but he can see that she's trying, desperately, to hold to some semblance of hope and positivity, and he's just so fraught with the weight of a lot of issues he hasn't even been able to look into.]
I'm not going to do that.
[finally, he grabs at one of the greens in the basket and offers it to an enthused chocobo.]
We are. [he peers back towards her] All of us. I know better than to try and do this by myself.
Right. We are. I'd never let you go at this alone.
[He was never going to have to, especially if Tifa had anything to say about it. It's difficult to know exactly what he's thinking, or if she's even saying the right things, but him accepting their help and opening up to her even a little is a step in the right direction. She's careful, though – the last thing she wants is for him to close himself off again, like he did when he returned to Sector 7.
So, Tifa lets out an airy laugh and nods over to the group in the distance still prepping their lunch feast before her hands wrap around his wrist. She tugs – gently – to bring him further with her into the pen where the smaller chocobo chicks are grazing among their parents.]
And I don't think you're stubborn enough to convince Barret otherwise, either.
[He's warmed up to Cloud since they came back from their first mission.
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Tifa, we were kids—
[it feels like such a long time ago. but he can see that she's trying, desperately, to hold to some semblance of hope and positivity, and he's just so fraught with the weight of a lot of issues he hasn't even been able to look into.]
I'm not going to do that.
[finally, he grabs at one of the greens in the basket and offers it to an enthused chocobo.]
We are. [he peers back towards her] All of us. I know better than to try and do this by myself.
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Right. We are. I'd never let you go at this alone.
[He was never going to have to, especially if Tifa had anything to say about it. It's difficult to know exactly what he's thinking, or if she's even saying the right things, but him accepting their help and opening up to her even a little is a step in the right direction. She's careful, though – the last thing she wants is for him to close himself off again, like he did when he returned to Sector 7.
So, Tifa lets out an airy laugh and nods over to the group in the distance still prepping their lunch feast before her hands wrap around his wrist. She tugs – gently – to bring him further with her into the pen where the smaller chocobo chicks are grazing among their parents.]
And I don't think you're stubborn enough to convince Barret otherwise, either.
[He's warmed up to Cloud since they came back from their first mission.
... They've all come a long way since then.]