Characters: Zack, Tifa, Zell, Kunsel, and... Jim? Kind of? Location: House 43 Date: Day 72 Summary: Jim tries to take out a monster and fails miserably. Warnings: Death, violence, grief? You know, Snowhell stuff.
[ It is hard not to think that way. Really, he's trying not to. Thinking that way will get them no where. They gotta keep going, keep pushing themselves. Even if it's hard. Even if it feels hopeless. Giving up certainly won't get them anywhere. He's gotta contain himself again, gotta stand strong. No matter what. That's what they need. That's what...
Her pulling away as she does doesn't come as unexpected. But the hands on his shoulders and those words that follow... He swallows again, throat dry, as he watches her quietly, partly perplexed, partly... knowing. Eventually, he nods just a little... ] We gotta try.
[She manages a little smile. It's something, even if it's partially forced, and fades almost as quickly as it appeared. She gives his shoulders a squeeze, trying to be as encouraging as possible. They'll stick together and get through it, right?]
If you... If you need to talk, or...
[She sighs, her gaze dropping again. Sometimes she's so bad at this.]
[ The smile's at least a nudge in the right direction. Not enough to pull a smile from he, himself. But... it is enough to soften his expression. Enough to take off some of the edge of his tension. He's still not okay. He won't be for a while. But...
At least he's not alone in this.
He nods a little again. And then after a small hesitance, he pulls her close once more. He takes another careful breath in. Another one out. ] Thanks, Tifa.
[Tifa is a little surprised when he hugs her again, but she still needs it, so she squeezes back tightly. He seems... A little steadier. She knows he's not okay, and really, none of them will be for a while, but this is still something. She shakes her head again, the motion still a little difficult when she's pressed against him. It's not something he needs to thank her for, though.]
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Her pulling away as she does doesn't come as unexpected. But the hands on his shoulders and those words that follow... He swallows again, throat dry, as he watches her quietly, partly perplexed, partly... knowing. Eventually, he nods just a little... ] We gotta try.
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If you... If you need to talk, or...
[She sighs, her gaze dropping again. Sometimes she's so bad at this.]
I'll be here to listen, okay?
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At least he's not alone in this.
He nods a little again. And then after a small hesitance, he pulls her close once more. He takes another careful breath in. Another one out. ] Thanks, Tifa.
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