[He reads it for what it is, a sort of tenuous offering to alleviate the tension between them. That one gesture to invite him inside, despite everything, weighs almost just as heavily as the sword he’s handed over.
For how much he’s ruminated over it, one would think Sephiroth would show more hesitation before accepting. But, perhaps, surprising even himself, the reply comes quickly.]
…Thank you.
[And he slides over the threshold with a grace that easily hides the complicated, tangled mess that is their relationship between them. Standing here, now, in the entryway hall, pieces of those reassurances seem to slip away, and he latches onto what his friend has said just moments prior.]
no subject
For how much he’s ruminated over it, one would think Sephiroth would show more hesitation before accepting. But, perhaps, surprising even himself, the reply comes quickly.]
…Thank you.
[And he slides over the threshold with a grace that easily hides the complicated, tangled mess that is their relationship between them. Standing here, now, in the entryway hall, pieces of those reassurances seem to slip away, and he latches onto what his friend has said just moments prior.]
Aerith's returned. Is that your meaning?
[In regards to the new arrivals.]