The room is about to be less quiet, less peaceful, less boring. If only because it has a friend now. one that has moved into the room form wherever they come from, clad in that truly unique commissioner's coat of his, hands tucked behind his back to avoid the urge to touch anything. Most of it he suspects he knows the importance of.
For a long moment his eyes linger on the flower, and there are unmistakably tears in his eyes, a whispered prayer on his lips. They all had spaces like that, didn't they? Places in their heart that they kept secret for her. Reeve knew his own space had it too, hidden away, a picture of the flower on the desk in his head that he's grown familiar with. But here...
He dares not touch it, not wanting to see that again.
So instead he keeps moving until he sees the dress, and stops, chuckling.
"How much trouble would I be in if I were to touch this? I've only heard what others have pried out of Tifa and Aerith about this, back when we traveled."
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For a long moment his eyes linger on the flower, and there are unmistakably tears in his eyes, a whispered prayer on his lips. They all had spaces like that, didn't they? Places in their heart that they kept secret for her. Reeve knew his own space had it too, hidden away, a picture of the flower on the desk in his head that he's grown familiar with. But here...
He dares not touch it, not wanting to see that again.
So instead he keeps moving until he sees the dress, and stops, chuckling.
"How much trouble would I be in if I were to touch this? I've only heard what others have pried out of Tifa and Aerith about this, back when we traveled."