[Cloud holds Zack there to his chest for a good long while. The sunlight seeping through the window's curtains has time to move across the floor by the time he finally, slowly unwinds; when he does pull back far enough, he notes the red smeared on Zack's chin and starts.] Zack, [he says softly, noting the blotch of blood on his shirt whose warmth he'd thought was tears, and takes Zack's chin in a hand to take a look. The wound's already closed of course, SOLDIER healing having kicked in long ago, but Cloud wouldn't be surprised if there was still a welt.
It's so bad that Zack doesn't even want to say any of it to him?] ...d'you want me to get Aerith?
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It's so bad that Zack doesn't even want to say any of it to him?] ...d'you want me to get Aerith?