Cloud nods and doesn't offer any resistance when Sephiroth pushes him down into the flowers. So much is different from when he did this with Zack that he's not sure what to expect, but warm lips and a steady hand ground him enough that he can begin to relax again. Even if he's not sure whether he should be...doing something.

For now, he settles for running the fingers of one hand through the cascade of silver hair spilling over his chest. Cloud often used to wonder-- "Your hair's so long. Doesn't it get in your way when you fight?"