[He didn't move as she shifted, save to let his eyes follow her face as she settled against her shoulder. He had a fleeting thought as well, pleased that she was comfortable with him so close. Considering his position and circumstances in Midgar, it was strangely different.]

Not as hard as you think. There is a type of Materia back home, that can increase the user's luck for a time. This sounds the opposite, though the mechanics differ. [He nodded thoughtfully, turning the implications over in his head. For every thought, for every single touch-- No, down that path lay ill thoughts, and he did not wish to bring her mood down more.] For what it may be worth, I am -- how to phrase it? -- reluctant to casual touch. Except in getting you up here, of course.

[And that day with the cherry blossoms...]