[ The more this man talks, the less he understands--there's that soft noise that he can't discern, but it's something more that he recognizes. (British? What is British?)
In a way, they're similar like that; he doesn't think he would really be open to talking about his past with anyone either, nevertheless in the middle of a shopping strip, looking at silly pendants and trinkets. But there's an appreciation there, too, for the fact that the Doctor brought up anything at all.
It might mean he trusts him. Maybe. That's a little surprising--and a little heartwarming.
With a soft nod, Cloud nudges at his shoulder, directing the Doctor to veer slightly left; there's a few stalls packed together with various dried foods and goods, and he thinks they might have tea or coffee there, too. With a faint half-smile, he shrugs a little. ]
I had a few. Only one of them made it here so far. Aerith. [ She's noisy, so he figures the Doctor might have already met her... ] We were traveling together, before...all this.
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In a way, they're similar like that; he doesn't think he would really be open to talking about his past with anyone either, nevertheless in the middle of a shopping strip, looking at silly pendants and trinkets. But there's an appreciation there, too, for the fact that the Doctor brought up anything at all.
It might mean he trusts him. Maybe. That's a little surprising--and a little heartwarming.
With a soft nod, Cloud nudges at his shoulder, directing the Doctor to veer slightly left; there's a few stalls packed together with various dried foods and goods, and he thinks they might have tea or coffee there, too. With a faint half-smile, he shrugs a little. ]
I had a few. Only one of them made it here so far. Aerith. [ She's noisy, so he figures the Doctor might have already met her... ] We were traveling together, before...all this.