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They didn't talk anymore. Not really. Not out loud anyway. Cloud and Tifa had reached the stage where they no longer communicated with actual words.
A typical 'conversation' would go something like this.
Tifa would be at the bar when Cloud came home. On seeing him walk through the door, she would smile. How was your day?
Cloud, in turn, would give one of a number of responses.
A small smile; today was ok, the sun shone and my customers were friendly.
A slight twitch at the corner of his mouth; today was… alright I guess, rained a little.
A sigh and frown; today was terrible, it rained and that customer was an ass.
Tifa would then fix Cloud a drink, the contents of which varied to match his previous response. He would come and sit at the bar and she would carry on tiding up.
Eventually she'd become aware that he was staring at her, so she'd smile at him again, eyebrows raised slightly. What?
He would then frown at her. How are you?
And she would always smile back. I'm just fine.
That was pretty much it.
Except… tonight was different.
As usual, Tifa smiled at Cloud as he came through the door, but he didn't respond.
Concerned, she waited for him to sit down at the bar. He did so with a sigh. Tentatively she reached a hand across the bar to him and was surprised when he took it in his.
Still he didn't look at her. He sighed again and she cupped his cheek with her other hand. Instead of looking at her, he leaned into her hand, turning his face so that his lips brushed her palm.
She was really concerned now. She pressed her finger-tips against his cheek, gently forcing him to turn and look at her.
His eyes were sad, tragic even. She frowned. What's wrong?
He sighed once more and she waited. Finally he took a deep breath…
'My bike broke.'
