"Surely so many apologies for so little in return ought to be considered a bargain." Raising one eyebrow, he studies her this way and then that, his face a study in seriousness. There's a moment where it seems the room could just crack under the weight of it all; he reaches down and rests his gloved hand over the gauntlet.
"I'm joking. And you don't need to keep a closer eye on Marlene. I like her very much too." Soul-baring is something he's certainly not prepared to do, not even with someone he considers a -- no, his best -- friend; he's not made that way and never was. However, there is something he will share with her.
"In Junon, I was able to procure one item. I... had no intention of showing it to anybody, but..." The mood is already far more confessional than he likes or is used to, but he doesn't mind. Tifa seems happy and so... he'll share this thing with her. His cloak and clothing contain many hidden pockets; he carries everything he owns with him at all times. Dipping his right hand into one of those pockets, he comes up with something he keeps hidden a moment or two longer.
"At the Shin-Ra offices there, I... took this from my dossier. They had no right to it." What he hands her is a photograph, more a mug shot than anything casual: the picture was taken for official purposes when he was inducted into the Administrative Research department. "This... is who I used to be."
In actuality, Shin-Ra had every right to the photograph; he worked for them at the time but since they won't return any of his father's belongings, he doesn't see why they should be able to keep anything having to do with him. Turnabout is fair play, after all.
"By now I suppose they know my face well enough not to need a picture for reference." The gesture might have been a small one, but he doesn't mind taking small defiant stands. Now he truly has no further affiliation with Shin-Ra Manufacturing.
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"I'm joking. And you don't need to keep a closer eye on Marlene. I like her very much too." Soul-baring is something he's certainly not prepared to do, not even with someone he considers a -- no, his best -- friend; he's not made that way and never was. However, there is something he will share with her.
"In Junon, I was able to procure one item. I... had no intention of showing it to anybody, but..." The mood is already far more confessional than he likes or is used to, but he doesn't mind. Tifa seems happy and so... he'll share this thing with her. His cloak and clothing contain many hidden pockets; he carries everything he owns with him at all times. Dipping his right hand into one of those pockets, he comes up with something he keeps hidden a moment or two longer.
"At the Shin-Ra offices there, I... took this from my dossier. They had no right to it." What he hands her is a photograph, more a mug shot than anything casual: the picture was taken for official purposes when he was inducted into the Administrative Research department. "This... is who I used to be."
In actuality, Shin-Ra had every right to the photograph; he worked for them at the time but since they won't return any of his father's belongings, he doesn't see why they should be able to keep anything having to do with him. Turnabout is fair play, after all.
"By now I suppose they know my face well enough not to need a picture for reference." The gesture might have been a small one, but he doesn't mind taking small defiant stands. Now he truly has no further affiliation with Shin-Ra Manufacturing.