I thought he might've — [The thought just sort of stops a minute, not quite a hitch in his breath so much as just seeming to need a moment to find the next word.] — sought you out.
[His steps only carry him so far; there's still a healthy distance between himself and Aerith, between his boots and the flowers. But he's inside, properly, for all that he might stick out like a very posh sore thumb.]
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[His steps only carry him so far; there's still a healthy distance between himself and Aerith, between his boots and the flowers. But he's inside, properly, for all that he might stick out like a very posh sore thumb.]
He's done that, hasn't he? Visited you. ...Before.