[He should offer more comfort, despite being terrible at it. So Sephiroth draws closer, moving to sit on the other side of the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. It’s about as casual as he gets, but even then, he cannot quite close the space between them.
However, the words forming on his tongue die when Cloud mentions feelings that cannot fade after all this time. Electricity sparks in his chest, and he tells it to quiet itself, to stop—
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However, the words forming on his tongue die when Cloud mentions feelings that cannot fade after all this time. Electricity sparks in his chest, and he tells it to quiet itself, to stop—
But he has to chase faster it, to clarify.]
What feelings?