"...Distinguished?" That actually makes him laugh, even if it's a short single huff of breath and the accompanying smile gets wiped off his face immediately. "I thought I was being so... professional, but I look like a deer in the headlights." Then again, he's never seen a picture of himself he's actually liked, so... Tifa has the right to think whatever she wants of it.
Even when it makes him break his placid exterior with laughter; the sound is so alien to his ears that he finds himself pausing, listening to the returning echo. It's fine with him if she wants to study the photograph; if she had handed him one of herself from long ago he'd be doing the same thing. Of course, his has the added benefit of a large curiosity factor: the face in the picture is the same as his face now, although it's some thirty-two... no, thirty-three years since the photograph was taken. In that time, so much has changed... in other ways, some tangible and some less so.
Whenever she's done he knows he'll get his picture back. It isn't that he needs to carry it around, but it was imperative that it not stay with Shin-Ra. Retrieving it was simple; they trained him well. Rule Number Three: never leave a Turk in a room unattended. That comes after shoot first and ask questions later and whatever you are and whatever you have belongs to the Shin-Ra Company. As employees, they had their own set of rules, of course, but it was a long time ago and is irrelevant now.
He is still... amused, however, at her use of the word distinguished. She can rest assured she's the first person to tell him he looks distinguished in over three decades; there's softness in his eyes when he looks at her again. It does feel better to share. Of all the things to deny oneself... well, he won't take advantage of Tifa's kindness. But he will be more inclined to tell her things now, or at least he assumes he will.
He'll try to... be a better friend, starting now.
"You're well? Even though you can't leave?" She must miss Cloud -- her Cloud -- and Marlene and Barret terribly. It's been a very long time since he had anything he might remotely consider a home, but in a short time, she and the others turned that place beneath the plate into a very comfortable residence. If he lived there, he'd be so eager to go back.
As it is, he can't help wanting to see Lucrecia again himself, even though he knows every conversation he has with her these days is more painful than the last. He's drawn to her and simply can't help himself.
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Even when it makes him break his placid exterior with laughter; the sound is so alien to his ears that he finds himself pausing, listening to the returning echo. It's fine with him if she wants to study the photograph; if she had handed him one of herself from long ago he'd be doing the same thing. Of course, his has the added benefit of a large curiosity factor: the face in the picture is the same as his face now, although it's some thirty-two... no, thirty-three years since the photograph was taken. In that time, so much has changed... in other ways, some tangible and some less so.
Whenever she's done he knows he'll get his picture back. It isn't that he needs to carry it around, but it was imperative that it not stay with Shin-Ra. Retrieving it was simple; they trained him well. Rule Number Three: never leave a Turk in a room unattended. That comes after shoot first and ask questions later and whatever you are and whatever you have belongs to the Shin-Ra Company. As employees, they had their own set of rules, of course, but it was a long time ago and is irrelevant now.
He is still... amused, however, at her use of the word distinguished. She can rest assured she's the first person to tell him he looks distinguished in over three decades; there's softness in his eyes when he looks at her again. It does feel better to share. Of all the things to deny oneself... well, he won't take advantage of Tifa's kindness. But he will be more inclined to tell her things now, or at least he assumes he will.
He'll try to... be a better friend, starting now.
"You're well? Even though you can't leave?" She must miss Cloud -- her Cloud -- and Marlene and Barret terribly. It's been a very long time since he had anything he might remotely consider a home, but in a short time, she and the others turned that place beneath the plate into a very comfortable residence. If he lived there, he'd be so eager to go back.
As it is, he can't help wanting to see Lucrecia again himself, even though he knows every conversation he has with her these days is more painful than the last. He's drawn to her and simply can't help himself.