{Cloud looks utterly miserable as she comes back to him. He also looks utterly adorable, which she's old enough to realize is not something a girl should tell a guy - even if it is true. Instead, she gives him a sympathetic smile as she hands over his boots and even reaches out to gently push his hair back from his face because if he does feel like throwing up, his hair's probably the only safe place to touch him that won't set him off and besides, who doesn't want the excuse to touch Cloud's hair?}

Sorry about that. I didn't realize it would make you feel sick. {her own boots get dropped to the ground so she can expertly push her feet into them, arms out at her side for balance as she does. Her brows stay down over her eyes though, intent on making it up to him and trying to think of how. He needs somewhere he can sit down that isn't the greasy smelling food court. Not mentally complaining if he takes his time this time, she waits until he stops looking like he's going to make a dash for the trash can or pass out before she reaches out and takes his hand again.}

Think it's okay to walk yet? I bet the pool hall's pretty empty this time of day.