Frowning, Cloud looked down at his feet, lifting one to rub it against his calf, balancing not with the sort of easy ease you might expect in a dream, but a regular sort of wobbliness, and nodded reluctantly.

"... I guess expecting to wake up now would... be too much to ask," Cloud muttered and then looked up again, looking at the older standing down the aisle a little closer. The clothes were still all... wrong from what he'd have imagined, but if this was real life, anything could've happened, he supposed. Aside from that, though... it was weird, but while he still felt a cold, uncertain weight in his stomach, just looking at himself... was starting to feel less weird.

"Okay." Taking a breath and letting it out slowly, Cloud squared his shoulders and actually left his spot near the pool, wondering with something between annoyance and something that might have been pleased awe that he'd at least grow a little taller.

(Why couldn't it have been more, though?)