[cloud is taking advantage of the fact that the house is empty to catch up on his sleep on the couch. it's hard enough, pretending to not need it just to look as capable as sephiroth—and also in not wanting to have the housemates, practically strangers, to worry either. his sleep is uneasy though, and having barely pulled any deeper than a light sleep, it's no surprise that the familiar (yet unexpected) voice rouses him.]
[he's at the edge of the couch, ready to stand, but takes a moment to hear if he hadn't just imagined it. the fog had messed with his mind plenty enough, voices of friends taunting him with the reality that he was rather alone.]
[the wooden floor squeaks under the weight of what he supposes is a boot, and cloud's making his way out of the living room towards the sound.]
—Aerith! [and how crazy the thought, as he reaches forward with a hand to hold onto her arm, only to stop himself at the last moment.] What are you—? How?
[he's not actually still sleeping and dreaming, is he?]
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[he's at the edge of the couch, ready to stand, but takes a moment to hear if he hadn't just imagined it. the fog had messed with his mind plenty enough, voices of friends taunting him with the reality that he was rather alone.]
[the wooden floor squeaks under the weight of what he supposes is a boot, and cloud's making his way out of the living room towards the sound.]
—Aerith! [and how crazy the thought, as he reaches forward with a hand to hold onto her arm, only to stop himself at the last moment.] What are you—? How?
[he's not actually still sleeping and dreaming, is he?]