[Stroking his hair used to be weird, being that boundary no one had ever been allowed to cross before, but now it was just as comforting as Terra intended it to be. Sephiroth takes a collective breath and finally sits back from the sprite-like young girl sat on his lap. As if just realizing that she's actually sat on him.]
I might have some trouble...
[A light tease, somewhat dried out, but at least he's trying to lighten up where otherwise he might as well just sit there and hope the ground could swallow him up.]
4) [Next Morning]
I might have some trouble...
[A light tease, somewhat dried out, but at least he's trying to lighten up where otherwise he might as well just sit there and hope the ground could swallow him up.]