[He's used to cigarette smoke with being around Cid for so long, but it doesn't typically mean he has to like it.
Cloud steps away slightly to give the man a little more room (and himself, though he's not about to voice that objection), turning back to give the roses a few more shakes of the canister before he sets it down, idly rubbing at his left arm a bit. It was starting to throb a little, and the spasms generally come without warning, but... it should be okay. It's not real, right? He was probably already unconscious somewhere.]
Is there a name for this... whatever-this-is? Am I awake?
[Of course he's going to say yes, Cloud. It's a dream. They're not gonna say it is.]
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Cloud steps away slightly to give the man a little more room (and himself, though he's not about to voice that objection), turning back to give the roses a few more shakes of the canister before he sets it down, idly rubbing at his left arm a bit. It was starting to throb a little, and the spasms generally come without warning, but... it should be okay. It's not real, right? He was probably already unconscious somewhere.]
Is there a name for this... whatever-this-is? Am I awake?
[Of course he's going to say yes, Cloud. It's a dream. They're not gonna say it is.]