[ The only forts he ever built as a kid were of snow, in the winter (after storms much like this one), and though they were impressive - a few even had tunnels running beneath - he doesn't particularly treasure what fragments of memories he has left of those times. He was always alone, back then.
Knowing better than to protest when Tifa puts another blanket over him, whether or not he needs it, Cloud resigns himself to settling in as comfortably as he can, in his current position, instead. Which seems to be the right idea, because it's definitely what Tifa's up to; when she nudges his arm, he raises his eyebrows at her, either genuinely innocent of her intention or feigning a very viable facsimile. ]
it may not be but i'm choosing to blame you regardless
Knowing better than to protest when Tifa puts another blanket over him, whether or not he needs it, Cloud resigns himself to settling in as comfortably as he can, in his current position, instead. Which seems to be the right idea, because it's definitely what Tifa's up to; when she nudges his arm, he raises his eyebrows at her, either genuinely innocent of her intention or feigning a very viable facsimile. ]
...I'm over as far as I can go.