[She's spent so long going back and forth on whether or not he has any feelings for her. Lately, her answer to herself more and more has been no, largely because sometimes it didn't seem like he wanted to be here at all. But the idea that he was running... It makes sense, even if she's not completely sure what he was running from.
That can wait though, she thinks. She's too happy right now to worry, and sick of overthinking this, so she lets her hands fall to his hips. Tifa dips her head to press a kiss against his neck, her voice quiet and her lips brushing against his skin as she responds.]
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That can wait though, she thinks. She's too happy right now to worry, and sick of overthinking this, so she lets her hands fall to his hips. Tifa dips her head to press a kiss against his neck, her voice quiet and her lips brushing against his skin as she responds.]
I'm glad. Welcome home.