[Clover certainly is a person— she'll receive no argument from him on that point. He nods his agreement; he doubts she truly needed his input, but her remark regarding being one of her favorite people sets something alight in his heart, as her affections so often do.

'You fill my heart with fire,' she'd once told him, and he feels much the same.]

I can think of no one better to offer her comfort.

[Aerith's kindness and compassion are precisely what Clover needs at this time. He smiles softly, turning his head to press another kiss against her temple.]

As for me, I'll stay as long as you'll allow. I dislike the idea of you in that house alone— I would much rather be there with you.

[His flat is seeing less and less use, as it stands.]