Hand-Me-Downs (AU)
They never had the heart to get rid of her old stuff. Sure, they could have sold her first staff for about a hundred gil, but at what price to their memories?
"Wait. You're giving me a stick? What am I supposed to do with it? Join the cheerleaders, twirl it like a baton?" he jokes, when Tifa hands it to him.
"It was Aerith's. We kept it around after she...well..."
Her voices breaks, like the bridge at Mt. Nibel, cracking in the middle. He pulls her into a hug.
"She wouldn't have wanted you to cry."