"Hey, no problem," he offered to her apology, especially considering he was doing a fair amount of zoning out, himself.
As for her question, his brow knit, and his hand dropped from the back of his neck. "So we can still-...?" Talk about it? "I mean-..." But then it occurs to him that to be quite honest he's never quite given a damn about the authorities anyway--'No Obligations, Rules, or Authority' was his militia gang's motto back home, and while he may have learned a whole lot about the world as a whole since then, he still had the inescapable tendency to dismiss rules he didn't quite mesh with.
"I hate to sound cliche, but I dreamed about an adventure. All over Cocoon--that's home, Cocoon is--and all over Gran Pulse, too. We fought all kinds of monsters and the fal'Cie, all of us did. Me, Lightning, Hope, Fang and Vanille, Sazh..."
He lifted his hand up near his chin to eye the outside of his forearm now, and for a second he looked a little bit troubled, despite that there was nothing there. 'Nothing there' was kind of the point. He rubbed it casually with the palm of his other hand. "Had a l'Cie brand right here. A 'tattoo' I guess, but that's not even half of it."
And the absence of his brand sobered him up a little. Enough that it actually occurred to him that he was looking significantly more pensive than he usually allowed. So Snow wipes the thoughtfulness off of his face, replacing it with something like determination. "I was looking for Serah. We all were." And as an afterthought, he clarified, "Serah's my fiance, and Light's sister." Smoothing his bandanna in place with one hand, Snow tacked on, "Or 'was', anyway."
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As for her question, his brow knit, and his hand dropped from the back of his neck. "So we can still-...?" Talk about it? "I mean-..." But then it occurs to him that to be quite honest he's never quite given a damn about the authorities anyway--'No Obligations, Rules, or Authority' was his militia gang's motto back home, and while he may have learned a whole lot about the world as a whole since then, he still had the inescapable tendency to dismiss rules he didn't quite mesh with.
"I hate to sound cliche, but I dreamed about an adventure. All over Cocoon--that's home, Cocoon is--and all over Gran Pulse, too. We fought all kinds of monsters and the fal'Cie, all of us did. Me, Lightning, Hope, Fang and Vanille, Sazh..."
He lifted his hand up near his chin to eye the outside of his forearm now, and for a second he looked a little bit troubled, despite that there was nothing there. 'Nothing there' was kind of the point. He rubbed it casually with the palm of his other hand. "Had a l'Cie brand right here. A 'tattoo' I guess, but that's not even half of it."
And the absence of his brand sobered him up a little. Enough that it actually occurred to him that he was looking significantly more pensive than he usually allowed. So Snow wipes the thoughtfulness off of his face, replacing it with something like determination. "I was looking for Serah. We all were." And as an afterthought, he clarified, "Serah's my fiance, and Light's sister." Smoothing his bandanna in place with one hand, Snow tacked on, "Or 'was', anyway."