You were always the reckless kind, Cloud was sure he’d get a heart attack one day for caring so much about you.
He wishes he didn’t sometimes, he doesn’t want to show that type of emotional vulnerability. Losing you would make a piece of him die.
As he patched up your wounds—as always—he refrained from looking into your eyes almost as if he didn’t want you to see that he cared about you.
“You’re an idiot.” He muttered, “Do you want to get yourself killed?” Just ask him for help, dammit.
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