Was Sephiroth's voice always this soothing? Cloud feels like it must have been, because it's the same voice he remembers, but he's never heard it say things like this before.

He's never felt the urge to kiss Sephiroth before, either.

He doesn't do it, though. He's not sure he should. His gaze strays briefly to Sephiroth's lips and his pulse picks up; he's not thinking when he leans just a little closer, nor does he notice when one of his hands comes to rest on Sephiroth's knee, as if he might use it for leverage to close the distance between them.