Cloud has never been one to be open and vulnerable. Even in front of the people he cares about. Even when he’s hurt and bleeding and is having his injuries taken care of, he always tries to look like the lingering sting of his wounds doesn’t hurt him.

“…” he’s quiet, grimacing slightly when pressure is being put on his wound. His breath hitches, and he has to bite on the inside of his cheek to not make any noise.