She doesn't recognize him and he's glad. He feels less like a voyeur if she thinks he's only a wolf. Her smile though has the tense muscles in his back and shoulders relaxing.
More than anything in the world... he fears the day he'll see fear of him in Tifa's dark eyes...
Slow, he inches forward, not exactly on his belly anymore but still trying to stay small and unthreatening.
The thought that she's feeding strays - again, though this time in fuzzy form - reminds him of all the times in the past he's watched her pick up misfits and stragglers and make them feel important and cared for.
It reminds him of when she found him in the train station years ago, that memory of sanity in a single voice when the train station was going to be the end of his world, that had him, impulsive, reaching out and snapping off the stem of a nearby flower with his sharp teeth, awkwardly holding it out in offering for her when she turned back to him.
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More than anything in the world... he fears the day he'll see fear of him in Tifa's dark eyes...
Slow, he inches forward, not exactly on his belly anymore but still trying to stay small and unthreatening.
The thought that she's feeding strays - again, though this time in fuzzy form - reminds him of all the times in the past he's watched her pick up misfits and stragglers and make them feel important and cared for.
It reminds him of when she found him in the train station years ago, that memory of sanity in a single voice when the train station was going to be the end of his world, that had him, impulsive, reaching out and snapping off the stem of a nearby flower with his sharp teeth, awkwardly holding it out in offering for her when she turned back to him.