[She sounds like he just made a joke or something, because Stella doesn't do that. She's much more the type to walk away and cry on her own, sparing people the awkwardness and her own embarrassment.
But after repeating that to herself, and knowing that he gets it - knowing because it's Cloud, he's listened to her and been with her and loves her and she knows it - she... starts to see it less like a joke.
So Stella leans over, just a bit, to press her face to the space between Cloud's neck and shoulder, and one hand moves to find his shoulder blade and curl her fingers into the fabric of his shirt.
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[She sounds like he just made a joke or something, because Stella doesn't do that. She's much more the type to walk away and cry on her own, sparing people the awkwardness and her own embarrassment.
But after repeating that to herself, and knowing that he gets it - knowing because it's Cloud, he's listened to her and been with her and loves her and she knows it - she... starts to see it less like a joke.
So Stella leans over, just a bit, to press her face to the space between Cloud's neck and shoulder, and one hand moves to find his shoulder blade and curl her fingers into the fabric of his shirt.
He gets it, and it means the world.]