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"Whatever," sad Cloud. He slipped his boxers back on and tossed her clothes at her. "See yourself out." He went back to the bed and let himself fall into it.
To his surprise, Jessie wasn't offended. "We'll have to do this again," she said as she shimmied back into her leggings. "A celebration after each reactor we blow. Maybe a blow for each blow!"
Cloud responded with a disinterested grunt. Jessie pulled her shirt back on and came up to him. "You think we don't see past that act? You care more than you let on."
"Go."
Jessie sighed. "Whatever you say, Lover. Until next time." She leaned in and planted a kiss on his forehead and was away before he could swat at her. At the door she paused. "Next time, I'll show you what I can do." The door closed behind her and he was left alone.
Completely alone. No memories, no past coming back to haunt him when it was too quiet to ignore. It was just him in this shitty apartment, in this shitty city, with the rest of his money waiting for him tomorrow. Maybe then he could talk to Tifa and --
Oh. Tifa. Cloud looked over to the sink, and the wall he shared with her apartment. Shit.
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