It's been a long time since he'd heard his own name - a very long time. Or maybe it just feels long because time is at a complete standstill here, keeping its occupants ageless as the rest of the Planet goes by. He isn't sure... but he remembers the sight of his friend approaching, and a small smile spreads on the former-SOLDIER's face.
Cloud.
One of his hands move out from under the wing, cragged and misshapen, but also gentle and caring. It runs along his old friend's forearm, a light grip upon those dead fingers, and the smile becomes just a little more sad. It's also been a long time since they'd been able to talk like this, too.
"Cloud."
Is it a voice, or a distorted, broken attempt at a word? Was it even human? It might be to Cloud, but it's the best he can manage in this Half-Awake state. The other wing shifts to the side, where a twisted, gutted excuse for legs lay, almost fused with the webbing.
--I suddenly have work in the morning as well too, so we'll both vanish. XD
Cloud.
One of his hands move out from under the wing, cragged and misshapen, but also gentle and caring. It runs along his old friend's forearm, a light grip upon those dead fingers, and the smile becomes just a little more sad. It's also been a long time since they'd been able to talk like this, too.
"Cloud."
Is it a voice, or a distorted, broken attempt at a word? Was it even human? It might be to Cloud, but it's the best he can manage in this Half-Awake state. The other wing shifts to the side, where a twisted, gutted excuse for legs lay, almost fused with the webbing.
"It's good to see you."