[It’s not the first time Jim has gotten mad for Zell. It’s incredibly touching and he can feel his stomach doing flip-flops with the surge of affection he feels towards his friend. He almost shivers at the touch and finds himself leaning into Jim’s touch.
If the handholding and chat with Tifa didn’t cement it to him, then this did. The way the lights cast enough of a glow that Zell is tracing along his face with his gaze. He swallows a nervous lump that’s forming inside of his throat.
And then he notices the way Jim looks at his tattoo and the way his voice jumps up a few octaves. That’s certain new.
His own face feels warm and he’s pretty sure he’s blushing. Covering Jim’s hand with his own as he guides it over to the tattoo. Clearing his throat.]
Is something wrong? [He lets his hand linger a little too long over Jim’s as he tries to deciphers his friend’s face.]
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If the handholding and chat with Tifa didn’t cement it to him, then this did. The way the lights cast enough of a glow that Zell is tracing along his face with his gaze. He swallows a nervous lump that’s forming inside of his throat.
And then he notices the way Jim looks at his tattoo and the way his voice jumps up a few octaves. That’s certain new.
His own face feels warm and he’s pretty sure he’s blushing. Covering Jim’s hand with his own as he guides it over to the tattoo. Clearing his throat.]
Is something wrong? [He lets his hand linger a little too long over Jim’s as he tries to deciphers his friend’s face.]