Cloud silently listens to the rain as it hits against the window. He never knew why he felt more at ease by the light sound it makes. There's a small startled surprise by the next question. Did he like or dislike the rain? Cloud brings up a hand to rest his chin on his fingers as he thinks. The question should be easy enough for anyone. It's a yes or no question.

For Altair it could feel as if it were several minutes before he finally decided on how to say it.

"Rain has a deep connection to the memories I have. Good and bad." Cloud moves closer to the window while placing his fingertips against the glass. "I find it comforting and soothing now."

"What item are you looking at on the dresser?" He did notice something over there was drawing the other's attention.