For Cloud, none of it feels all that far away. They just went to the beach the other day, they just got back from their false life in Moorecroft...but even those things that were longer ago for him don't feel distant. Sometimes when he looks at her, has looked at her for the past few months, he sees her sweet smile when she was lying in his arms; the sad one she wore when she hugged him in the church and then pushed him away; the one filled with wonder when they watched the fireworks at the Gold Saucer...he sees other things, too, less pleasant things, but many of those are fuzzier for him, for some reason.

"Heh. Wouldn't dream of leaving anything out." He takes a step closer to her. "If you need any help catching up, you know where to find me. You helped me when I first got here, after all. Only fair."

There are questions he could ask her now, questions that feel like yawning holes in his understanding of things. All those coy non-responses she'd give him back then that really didn't explain much, cryptic things she said, things she seemed to know...and why the materia she gave him had no color. What it meant. What he was supposed to do with it.

But he's not going to bring any of that up now. She's overwhelmed enough as it is. He'll give her time to settle in again, to get used to things, to process. Then he'll ask.