"And you're a Turk," Cloud said flatly, a little huff lurking behind the words. Because fine, maybe he wasn't around twenty three years old, but the Turk was now the second one who'd gone and jumped straight to 'kid'.

Then he shifted on his feet, not quite shrugging.

"... you're not the only one who's said that. Makes sense, I guess." Sometimes it made him wonder if it wouldn't be better to try and avoid people, but Tifa didn't seem to mind, at least. And his older self... that was more complicated, but no more different than with Tifa, at the same time.