[ Goddess, but Sephiroth is beautiful. Especially when the memory of the colder, more broken version of him in his mind, seeing his one with his soft radiance unmarred hits him in the chest. The once-over makes him hunch his shoulders a little once more, trying to lower his wing, before remembering that he can't really hide it. (Before remembering that, maybe, this Sephiroth also... might care for him.)

Then the warm voice and the concern make his mouth helplessly curl up. After what did happen, the normality of this ... feels good.

He lets the door close behind him first, and leaves the sword leaned against the wall next to it. ]

I was... uninformed, in some ways, and got interrupted before doing something rather final. But it is all right, now.

[ Deep breath. ]

We need to talk. If this is not a good time, I can find you later.