Cloud's not a dancer. Not if anyone values their toes. And he's not one for social situations though he's not as awkward as he once was. He still stands off to the side of all of it, more at ease watching than participating. Too much social interaction he's not equipped for. The food's good though and the music's nice. He thinks his family... his family... would enjoy it if they could be here. Maybe next time. Tifa can wear something as beautiful as she is and the kids can quietly chase the butterflies and pretend they're in a magic castle. He thinks even Denzel could forget himself long enough to enjoy that.

Reaching out he touches one of the zipping red bugs just to watch it explode in a mini-firework that he holds out his hand to catch the last glints of in his palm, wonder in his blue eyes.