[RL] The Aftermath
Tifa was anxious, pacing with anticipation of the knock at the window downstairs. She hadn't seen Rufus--at lea st, not while he was acting himself--for so long. Before the virus, even. She wasn't sure what she would say. The uncertainty of the whole situation weighed heavy on the forefront of her mind.
Was he suffering the same anxiety?
She laughed, realizing that even if he was, he was unlikely to admit or show any signs. Rufus was like that. The familiarity with his character came as a comfort and she stared over at the empty space where Cloud's sword used to be, near the closet. He was still gone.
There was a noise downstairs, however, and the thought dissipated.
Was he suffering the same anxiety?
She laughed, realizing that even if he was, he was unlikely to admit or show any signs. Rufus was like that. The familiarity with his character came as a comfort and she stared over at the empty space where Cloud's sword used to be, near the closet. He was still gone.
There was a noise downstairs, however, and the thought dissipated.