[it was a very weak protest if anything, one in which he didn't even raise his hands up to try and pry her off for it. he felt embarrassed, but above all else, it was more of him becoming increasingly shy as the reality of the situation settled in. he wasn't sure if Nike truly understood yet. that had been the first time that he could truly remember actually letting himself go like that, affectionately speaking. not even with...]
Together...
[for all of his progress in life, Cloud had struggled with the thought of actually deserving to be happy with someone on a physical level. his hands were so dirty, a new shiny coat of hope covering up the despair and doubt he fought day in and day out to prevent from taking him. it was something Cloud would likely have to deal with for the rest of his life. one didn't forget what happened to him and his loved ones so easily, after all. and yet...every time he was with Nike, be it seeing it in her smile, the way she'd light up a room even when there was no sun to speak of, it made him wonder at night. on those lone nights when he'd reach his hand out for the stars, thinking if home was still out there, wandering deeper into his feelings...
what if it was okay? what if it was okay to notice the way she moved in that yukata, to the way she'd hold his hand, to the way she'd call his name and--]
I just...didn't expect to talk about...this so soon.
[if he didn't say it now, he never would. and it'd have been that much more awkward between them. and yet, despite his choice of words, he didn't turn away or step back from her either. which was why before he could give Nike her own chance to respond, he offered a little yet meaningful smile]
Doubt I could've waited anyway.
[if it wasn't this morning? it was going to be today. he wasn't going to leave her waiting for long; it was just a matter of putting something together to make better sense of what he was feeling.
maybe this was for the best. she'd get what was right from the heart. something that was truly Cloud]
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[it was a very weak protest if anything, one in which he didn't even raise his hands up to try and pry her off for it. he felt embarrassed, but above all else, it was more of him becoming increasingly shy as the reality of the situation settled in. he wasn't sure if Nike truly understood yet. that had been the first time that he could truly remember actually letting himself go like that, affectionately speaking. not even with...]
Together...
[for all of his progress in life, Cloud had struggled with the thought of actually deserving to be happy with someone on a physical level. his hands were so dirty, a new shiny coat of hope covering up the despair and doubt he fought day in and day out to prevent from taking him. it was something Cloud would likely have to deal with for the rest of his life. one didn't forget what happened to him and his loved ones so easily, after all. and yet...every time he was with Nike, be it seeing it in her smile, the way she'd light up a room even when there was no sun to speak of, it made him wonder at night. on those lone nights when he'd reach his hand out for the stars, thinking if home was still out there, wandering deeper into his feelings...
what if it was okay? what if it was okay to notice the way she moved in that yukata, to the way she'd hold his hand, to the way she'd call his name and--]
I just...didn't expect to talk about...this so soon.
[if he didn't say it now, he never would. and it'd have been that much more awkward between them. and yet, despite his choice of words, he didn't turn away or step back from her either. which was why before he could give Nike her own chance to respond, he offered a little yet meaningful smile]
Doubt I could've waited anyway.
[if it wasn't this morning? it was going to be today. he wasn't going to leave her waiting for long; it was just a matter of putting something together to make better sense of what he was feeling.
maybe this was for the best. she'd get what was right from the heart. something that was truly Cloud]
I'm glad I'm not dreaming.
[he should get back to the bacon]