Prompt: # 18 Share
Summary: Sharing is an important part of any relationship.
Share
A good relationship takes a lot of hard work. It sometimes seems like an oxymoron to accept that fighting was part of a good one. All he wanted was everything to go smoothly but life had bumps and that meant that so did their relationship. He's proud to say that with each hurtle jumped over (and there have been plenty of big ones), their feelings have only grown. Even when they didn't see eye to eye, there was something very comforting in knowing that even when things were tense and Tifa was mad at him, that they could work it out. Not could, they would work it out. Neither one of them was going to leave because they were committed and that meant they would fix it together. Even though, occasionally, Tifa complained that he never told her how he felt about things.
Guys aren't good at sharing the emotional stuff. Not because they don't have any feelings but because they're not comfortable talking about them. Really, men are more deeply emotional than women. They feel things in a way that women don't. The trick is that they don't feel often, like women do. They also don't have to talk about it over and over and over again with it ending in tears and hugs. Yeah, they could definitely do without the tears. Having emotions doesn't mean you have to show emotions. Get them angry enough and sure they'll show you feelings. Even hurt, they can show it with anger too. Because anger was better. Men would rather break their hand over a solid brick wall than to have a heart to heart chat to show how vulnerable they can be. A guy never wants to feel vulnerable about anything. Which is why when guys called each other, they didn't just call to call. At least, he didn't that is.
Lately though, when he was having an especially trying day and he was too far away to go back to home to her, he finds he's becoming more and more dependent on his phone. He just needs to hear the sound of her voice. Even when he wanted to hide away and die, he had clung to his phone because he could always count on her messages. He doesn't think she realizes, even now, just how much her messages meant to him. Even though he had never answered or called back. But not only does he answer now, he dials her whenever he can. Like now, when he thinks he'd go nuts if he didn't hear her healing voice.
"Hello?"
"Hi," he says, on a sigh of relief. "It's so good to hear your voice right now."
"Yours too," she says and he can hear the smile that must be on her face. "Are you having a bad day?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," he admits gruffly.
"What happened?"
"Can't remember now," he replies with a chuckle and it isn't even a lie because at the moment, he really can't. "But it doesn't matter now."
"Are you sure?" she asks with such genuine compassion that he wishes he could hold her to him right now.
"I want to hear about your day," he insists.
"You just made it with your call," she says with a soft giggle. "Whenever I see your name on the caller ID, it makes my day."
Her shy admission makes him feel invincible. These little phone conversations are just another one of those little things that he is steadily becoming dependent on more and more. They didn't even have to say anything important and often times only said nonsensical things like right now. It didn't matter though. Because it was theirs. Something theirs to share with only each other.