"Is that supposed to be comforting?" Cloud mutters. Guess maybe that's fair. His advice wasn't particularly helpful, either, but at least he's not responsible for the persisting presence of the biggest threat to this planet coming back over and over and over again. Like a bad cold.

Sephiroth leans forward and Cloud glances up, rolls his eyes, and then pushes at his shoulder to tip him right back over onto the bed again. It really doesn't take much of a shove. It's weird to see Sephiroth so flimsy. He probably should be gentler, but tell that to the dumb shit he just said.

"Shut up and go to sleep."