The answer was startling as much as it made Cloud happy. It was, after all, exactly what he'd wanted, growing up. Something he'd wanted but something that definitely hadn't happened, and that Tifa had come to the well at all had been a surprise.
Cloud ducked his head, a small smile he tried to hide on his face in evidence, pleased to know that, even if things obviously went bad this had, at least, actually happened.
"A submarine?" Cloud asked, shaking his head and following when Tifa started walking again (he'd have to make an effort to not have to walk along given their linked arms). He just listened, the details cut loose from their context, but Cloud didn't mind. He'd get it sooner or later and he hadn't... felt up to asking his older self when he met him that first day in Edge.
Cloud tensed a little at Tifa's description, growing slightly pale. That sounded about as fun as being stuck on a several hours journey on a helicopter, except with added water all around.
Swallowing down the ghostly impression of vertigo at the description, Cloud shook his head.
"I guess it was just luck he figured it out..." it was said in a thoughtful tone, with Cloud glancing down at his free hand, flexing it slowly. Really, unless he was missing something, that wasn't something even his older self would've learned before it happened... it made Cloud feel pretty good, both for his older self and himself.
Looking up at his arm being squeezed, Cloud stared silently for a moment, then nodded slowly. But he looked away too, feeling a bit uncertain whether that could really apply to him right now. It wasn't like he'd done any of what it seemed his older self had managed, after he survived...
"I guess so..." he said softly, agreement for several things even as he hesitated over it, then frowned at Tifa, both understanding (it really wasn't fun being alone) and not (because a lot of the time he didn't mind, it was just easier that way). "I try to."
Even if he often felt like the failure made the effort worthless.
"But I'm not sure motion sickness works like that," Cloud offered up, but he was smiling as he said it.
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Cloud ducked his head, a small smile he tried to hide on his face in evidence, pleased to know that, even if things obviously went bad this had, at least, actually happened.
"A submarine?" Cloud asked, shaking his head and following when Tifa started walking again (he'd have to make an effort to not have to walk along given their linked arms). He just listened, the details cut loose from their context, but Cloud didn't mind. He'd get it sooner or later and he hadn't... felt up to asking his older self when he met him that first day in Edge.
Cloud tensed a little at Tifa's description, growing slightly pale. That sounded about as fun as being stuck on a several hours journey on a helicopter, except with added water all around.
Swallowing down the ghostly impression of vertigo at the description, Cloud shook his head.
"I guess it was just luck he figured it out..." it was said in a thoughtful tone, with Cloud glancing down at his free hand, flexing it slowly. Really, unless he was missing something, that wasn't something even his older self would've learned before it happened... it made Cloud feel pretty good, both for his older self and himself.
Looking up at his arm being squeezed, Cloud stared silently for a moment, then nodded slowly. But he looked away too, feeling a bit uncertain whether that could really apply to him right now. It wasn't like he'd done any of what it seemed his older self had managed, after he survived...
"I guess so..." he said softly, agreement for several things even as he hesitated over it, then frowned at Tifa, both understanding (it really wasn't fun being alone) and not (because a lot of the time he didn't mind, it was just easier that way). "I try to."
Even if he often felt like the failure made the effort worthless.
"But I'm not sure motion sickness works like that," Cloud offered up, but he was smiling as he said it.