just the night before Cloud snapped at Tifa for prying into his past, out of concern. She didnt cry, didnt get mad, but it was still obvious she was upset when she chose to leave him alone. Today, Tifa hasnt talked to cloud, not that he…tried reaching out necessarily, he just felt horrible.

He sat hunched over with a glass of whiskey in hand, his shoulders slumped and mako-colored eyes staring down blankly at the amber contents in the glass, Cloud was avoiding eye contact with any other patron in this bar as to avoid having a drunkard come up to slur incoherent words to him and make his evening even worse. So imagine his surprise when you sat beside him, your hand placing itself onto his knee.

“…” he looked at you from the side, jaw clenching before his eyes dropped back down to his drink "not interested.” He didn't seem that confident in his own rejection, but he wasn't the type to cheat either.