[ It explains the coloring, at least, though when Aerith bids that the scarf isn't for her, he finds his brows lifting in surprise: who else could it be for, then? From his cursory exploration of the strange network of people in this place, he's only come across a few that have met her, at least as far as he can tell; disappointingly, it doesn't seem like any of the others have made it through to this place. Though he's been keeping an eye out, he hasn't seen or heard of Tifa, Barret, or even Red--and that last one he figures he would have heard about right away.
It's only when Aerith reveals that it's a gift for him that he finds himself a little sheepish for getting up in arms about her finding someone else to give it to at all.
He knows he's been a little overbearing, but this place isn't like anywhere he's been so far, and nowhere they've been in their travels, either: and the last thing he wants to do is have Aerith get into trouble here, too. He doesn't know what anyone knows of the Ancients, or if they even know anything about the Lifestream, or mako: as far as he's seen, no one has made mention of it at all. If that's the case, then Aerith's importance--and safety--can be more easily guaranteed here, quiet and under wraps. ]
I... don't know how to wear it. [ With an embarrassed pinch of his nose, he lets Aerith get close--but one of his hands, still a little dusty, settles on his own hip, casting his weight between the heels of his boots. ] Are you sure you don't want to keep it? If it gets cold...
[ He realizes then that she might think he's refusing a gift--and clearing his throat, he gestures up with his free hand. ]
...I'll get you one, too. If it gets cold, I mean.
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It's only when Aerith reveals that it's a gift for him that he finds himself a little sheepish for getting up in arms about her finding someone else to give it to at all.
He knows he's been a little overbearing, but this place isn't like anywhere he's been so far, and nowhere they've been in their travels, either: and the last thing he wants to do is have Aerith get into trouble here, too. He doesn't know what anyone knows of the Ancients, or if they even know anything about the Lifestream, or mako: as far as he's seen, no one has made mention of it at all. If that's the case, then Aerith's importance--and safety--can be more easily guaranteed here, quiet and under wraps. ]
I... don't know how to wear it. [ With an embarrassed pinch of his nose, he lets Aerith get close--but one of his hands, still a little dusty, settles on his own hip, casting his weight between the heels of his boots. ] Are you sure you don't want to keep it? If it gets cold...
[ He realizes then that she might think he's refusing a gift--and clearing his throat, he gestures up with his free hand. ]
...I'll get you one, too. If it gets cold, I mean.