Dear Ace, today I made a grown man cry. Man, but would that be one awkward letter to write. Granted he remembered any of this.

Cayde interlaces his fingers behind him as though to deliberately keep himself from trying to touch things despite Cloud's assurances. It means something that he's trying, anyway.

He looks at the dresser again and the things that remain, shifting on his feet. "Gotta say, I am super curious about why you have a dress. But I'm beginning to sense a color theme here."