[How many times do you need to repeat the same thing to finally beat it into a chocobo's thick skull? Given the variables - what it was that was being repeated and what level of importance it carried - there was no actual right or wrong answer.
A hand lifts, still gloved fingers scratching gently at the area directly above his left eye. What had he been expecting, exactly? For her to yell and lose her temper and tell him all of the things they both already knew? How many times did he honestly think she would go through the whole spiel before realizing she was doing little more than wasting her breath?]
Tifa - [It falls from his lips with an outwards breath, followed by a steady pause as he contemplates which path to take, which words to say.] I can explain.
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A hand lifts, still gloved fingers scratching gently at the area directly above his left eye. What had he been expecting, exactly? For her to yell and lose her temper and tell him all of the things they both already knew? How many times did he honestly think she would go through the whole spiel before realizing she was doing little more than wasting her breath?]
Tifa - [It falls from his lips with an outwards breath, followed by a steady pause as he contemplates which path to take, which words to say.] I can explain.