The sight was one you hardly considered, not in the dead of night.

It began with a tap, one so quiet against the frame of the balcony. The first thought was a visit from Cloud—another nightmare he needed comfort from, perhaps? Such circumstances were hardly a rarity, only growing more in number with the new fighter's inclusion. Strange he’d chosen your back entrance instead, let alone so early from his usual visits… yet, surely, there was reason to it.

The reason would take form with silver strands once the curtains were drawn back, lidded eyes falling onto your form. The reason for your lover’s nightmares stands before you, blocking out the moon’s touch in a darkened embrace.

A gloved hand presses upon the glass he could so easily shatter to pieces. All is silent, now, in light of your appearance. There are no words to follow his actions, merely a pause, a head tilting lightly to the side—awaiting you to let him in.