[ It's funny how he doesn't consider the possibility of there ever being more if he returned home. Facing the world again, with Cloud and Aerith and whatever friends they make... It seems like a dream, a faded one that Zack doesn't hold onto as much as the here and now. He breathes and lives here, with the people who mean the most to him, and that's all he needs—if he can push past the fact he'd missed so much and snowballed the events he'd been told about by laying down his life to protect his honor and his friend.
Maybe he should have given himself some time, shouldn't have come to see Cloud until he'd had things worked out a little better, but Zack never seems to think ahead when it counts. ]
I know. That's not what I mean. [ He leans back now, dropping his hand and stepping so there's more space between them. How is he supposed to explain...? ] It wasn't fair to give you something you might not have been ready for.
[ There's a hint of a real smile though, pulling at the corner of his mouth. ]
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Date: 2015-09-24 05:25 pm (UTC)Maybe he should have given himself some time, shouldn't have come to see Cloud until he'd had things worked out a little better, but Zack never seems to think ahead when it counts. ]
I know. That's not what I mean. [ He leans back now, dropping his hand and stepping so there's more space between them. How is he supposed to explain...? ] It wasn't fair to give you something you might not have been ready for.
[ There's a hint of a real smile though, pulling at the corner of his mouth. ]
But I'm glad it worked out. I'm proud of you.