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There's nothing wrong with reaching for new stars and those distance horizons.

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Soulmate AU + Morning After Meme + Rainy Day Meme + Dystopian/Post-Apocalyptic AU + Buddy Cop AU

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He hadn't expected a yes. Even if the other had lied Cloud would have known what it was. It was clear from the way the other was struggling with words--more than usual mind you since neither of them were very articulate--and the way he was trying to hide himself away.

Cloud didn't say anything right away and stepped into the room fully now, nudging the door shut as he went before making his way over to the bed. It sank just a bit as he sat on the edge near his counterpart, allowing himself to relax as he leaned back on his hands and glanced at the other.

"...Want to talk about it?" he asked though he had a feeling that the other probably didn't. At least not right now. That's how he, himself, would have reacted at least. And if the answer was no, he'd just go with it and at least offer company to the other.

Wanted? Not particularly. Should? Probably - that's how it usually works, after all. But the number of times he's talked about anything is... well. Low. Could? Staring at his knees, Cloud swallows. Opens his mouth again and tries, really, he does, but...

"I..." He shakes his head, bangs brushing against his arms. He can't say 'no', because it's not exactly doesn't want, but he doesn't actually want to either. Failing to find what he needs, he raises his head again, managing to, at least, give a look from under his lashes and loosen the tight curl a little.

"... accidentally burned something," he manages, nearly whispering, and it's not until he actually says that that he realises what the issue probably is, and now he's embarrassed because that sounds silly... and yet feeling worse, again.

Oh.

Well.

An understanding look spreads across the older man's face and he hesitates for a moment before he's sitting up again only to haul himself up onto the bed properly and press his back to the headboard. Once he's there he gently wraps an arm around his younger self and tugs him closer, offering him a warm embrace and silent comfort for the moment.

Forcing words out of the other after that admission wasn't something he was keen on doing. The implication is enough for him to understand exactly what was troubling the other blonde and he'd had his fair share of PTSD moments in the past. His younger self could talk when he was ready and if he didn't find the words? That was okay too.

He's not sure what he expected, going here, but not a single word being said before he's gently pulled into a hug isn't bad. In fact, it makes it so very easy to actually let himself be pulled out of his curled up pose where he was leaning against the headboard, balancing a little awkwardly.

Makes it really easy to relax and wrap his arms around the waist that's right there and this should probably be weird. Maybe it'll feel stranger later, but at the moment Cloud can just lay there and slowly let the tension disappear, staring unfocused somewhere between a pale arm and the opposite wall before he closes his eyes.

It smells of nothing more but slightly dusty cloth, soap and a faint hint of mako. Maybe the last shouldn't make anything better, but at least it doesn't make it worse, and mako doesn't smell like smoke and burning meat.

Normally Cloud's not one to be all that touchy feely with people. There are exceptions, like Tifa and the kids, but he honestly tends to just avoid it as much as he can.

This is different though. He doesn't mind this and it more than happy to just wrap the other up in a warm embrace and let him relax. Let him come down from the feelings that he'd been caught up in and let the memories fade away. Had he thought about it, he might have been wary because of the lingering smell of mako he knew to be all over him at all times but his younger self doesn't seem bothered by it so...

So he's just going to bring a hand up, fingers threading through the other's hair as he rests his chin on top of the younger blonde's head.

"You're safe here. I promise."

Really, the scent of mako around his older self isn't any more than what could nearly always be smelled on the wind growing up. It'd probably have been worse if the scent was stronger; in the reactor, it'd almost been like you were choking on it...

Briefly, he squeezes his eyes even more firmly shut at that thought, but the hand in his hair and the weight of a chin on his head slowly seeps warmth down and Cloud relaxes again.

"... it's stupid," he says quietly, a low burn of embarrassment in his gut, but he doesn't want to move either - this is just as good as any of Zack's hugs, and he's just not going to think about that. But the presence and the weight of it is... similar, and he leans in, the heartbeat reassuring. "There wasn't even any... any actual flames."

Just dirty, black smoke and a smell that had been unpleasantly familiar.

"It's not stupid." Something like this is never stupid and anyone who said it was clearly had never experienced any sort of trauma in their life. "The smell is still connected, even without flames. You can't help what is and isn't a trigger."

The older blonde draws back slightly, tipping his head down down to press their foreheads together in a soothing gesture.

"I wish I could tell you it gets easier but it..doesn't. You'll learn how to disconnect from it, though. You'll learn how to make the moments of panic less intense."

"... I guess." It comes out in a soft huff, because he can see the logic but it feels like he should. Be able to help it, that is. It should be something he should be able to do something about since it's from him this reaction is coming.

Hand tightening briefly in the cloth he's gripping, Cloud slowly shakes his head, careful enough not to dislodge the older one.

"That's... okay. It's something, at least..." And while hearing 'it gets better', might have been nice, he'd seriously have a hard time to believe it. This, while less optimistic, is far more realistic, which... is more reassuring, weirdly enough, and some tension bleeds out of him.

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