As she smiled, seemingly ecstatic over the nostalgia that gave a more jolly spring to her step, the blond had to wonder if this was similar to how he felt. Piece by piece she had once helped him find himself again, throwing away the facade that molded him into a First Class SOLDIER and returning to the young man that she was proud to call 'messed up'. He confessed he wasn't the most emotional of people when it came to expressing himself, but that made those rare moments that his eyes would light up with happiness or the slight curl of his lips into a smile all the more worthwhile. It typically meant that he couldn't lie...easily at least. When he was happy, he would show it. Right now, he was glad he could possibly return the favor in such a big way over the next couple of years.

"Right."

But he knew that it wasn't over yet, a notion that almost seemed to go hand in hand with the faint nausea in the back of his mind that hadn't quite left yet. If he stayed out here for too long, even with Tifa providing a good distraction, it would catch up to him soon enough. Resting a hand on the brawler's shoulder as a sudden breeze nipped at the two, his cape blowing to the side as Molg finally perched down on his shoulder, the acerbic swordsman offered a change of scenery. "Wanna head back inside?" He didn't wanna say it so bluntly, but he didn't feel like getting sick in front of Tifa after all this time. Whether it was to her room or to his room, it didn't matter so much.

"We'll catch up some more or take it slow for now. Up to you."