Sephiroth considers the question, then shrugs. "I felt like it, I suppose. You looked...peaceful. I liked that. I wanted to share in it."

Without thinking much about it, he reaches over to brush a few strands of blond hair away from Cloud's face, where they've tried to fall over one eye. He's not considering too deeply what's moved him to initiate physical contact, but almost as soon as he makes it, he finds himself slow to withdraw his hand.