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[Cloud shakes his head faintly, still a little cautious with Sephiroth there, on his bed, in his apartment. It unsettles him how much it doesn't bother him. He supposes he's kind of quick at being able to separate personae. This is not the Sephiroth that burned down his village or anything that came after, the same as the Cloud that believed he was an ex-SOLDIER isn't the Cloud stood in this room. Different personae, different people. Simple as that.]
Tifa rescued you, not me. This is just my apartment. [He shrugs and then nods, hand half gesturing towards the tea.] You should drink that. [That said, Cloud turns to look through a few things he has on the dresser, putting things away that don't need to be out and mostly just busying himself.]
People with injuries always end up with me and Tifa. So... so it's not an inconvenience. [He shakes his head, his back still turned to him as he fidgets.]