Cloud approaches quietly with a drink in his hand, his footsteps slow and deliberate. Without a word, he places it beside you, his gaze steady as he joins you at the railing overlooking Kalm. The city is quiet and sleepy, perfectly befitting its name, but it obviously doesn’t ease the pain you were experiencing. He can see it on your face.

“…They wouldn’t want you to be alone,” he says, voice cutting through the silence. Cloud doesn’t know what you’re feeling; you were a longtime member of Barret’s Avalanche cell, and you’d witnessed almost all your friends perish when the plate fell. He doesn’t know the extent of your grief, but he figures you deserve a friend all the same. Cloud doesn’t look at you; he just stares out at the city.