[Cloud is having trouble with just sitting and doing nothing. Not in a way where he needs to be doing something, but in a way he knows this is meant to be relaxing and his body wants to revolt. He's sitting on the edge of the blanket, one leg stretched out and one leg bent up that he's crunching himself over. He even still has his gloves on!]
[He looks over at Tifa, also told to sit, and then says partially to her and partially to himself,]
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[He looks over at Tifa, also told to sit, and then says partially to her and partially to himself,]
She's fine by herself.