This is really, really weird and yet all he's really doing is sitting squeezed up next to the head of the bed and the wall, curled up, head down, hugging himself.
But it's weird because it's not his bed, not his room. But anywhere else, anyone else, and Cloud feels like there'd be questions, there'd be judging and all he wanted was...
He should probably have asked first, instead of sneaking up here aside from sending a text that amounted to 'can I come by?' without actually specifying when or where. He's not even sure he'll be able to explain (even to himself), whenever, or if, his older self actually thinks to look in here.
I heard we wanted chocobos snuggling
This is really, really weird and yet all he's really doing is sitting squeezed up next to the head of the bed and the wall, curled up, head down, hugging himself.
But it's weird because it's not his bed, not his room. But anywhere else, anyone else, and Cloud feels like there'd be questions, there'd be judging and all he wanted was...
He should probably have asked first, instead of sneaking up here aside from sending a text that amounted to 'can I come by?' without actually specifying when or where. He's not even sure he'll be able to explain (even to himself), whenever, or if, his older self actually thinks to look in here.