[ And it's nice information to have, in all honesty. He's genuinely happy for Aerith--to awaken in a place with a small group of people who, he knows, are willing to immediately lend a hand to a newcomer. And to forge friendships with those people--such meetings are irreplaceable, and hard to replicate. He's glad she has Susato, and Tifa.
At mention of Susato, he makes a mental note to drop by and say hello later.
And he is about to agree with Aerith--perhaps he doesn't know her well enough to say he's proud of Susato, but he can offer kind words about her foresight and preparedness. That they may have saved his life, all things considered.
But yet again, Aerith blindsides him with yet another phrase he's fairly certain no one has ever said to him before. As he adjusts the basket of apples in his arm, he regards her curiously, unsure if she means it, or if he should smile, or begin a detailed critique of his actions as to why he doesn't deserve it-- ]
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At mention of Susato, he makes a mental note to drop by and say hello later.
And he is about to agree with Aerith--perhaps he doesn't know her well enough to say he's proud of Susato, but he can offer kind words about her foresight and preparedness. That they may have saved his life, all things considered.
But yet again, Aerith blindsides him with yet another phrase he's fairly certain no one has ever said to him before. As he adjusts the basket of apples in his arm, he regards her curiously, unsure if she means it, or if he should smile, or begin a detailed critique of his actions as to why he doesn't deserve it-- ]
...You're proud of me? What ever for?
[ And so, he settles for clarification. ]