[ He may surprise her yet again. Vincent had been sitting down at the dividing counter and of course Aerith had been hugging him from behind because of that. Maybe he was still a little 'taller' in height than she was. But slowly he starts to tilt his upper body back; gently so she can adjust, but effectively until he can look 'up' at her. Maybe braced against her, maybe not. But now, his eyes are able to look directly at her and most of his features are revealed.

There's something gentle and perhaps concerned. Though his tone is wry. ]

Brooding is a type of thinking.

[ Then, more somberly and still more gentle. ]

It's okay not to be okay. Hearing about Midgar... can't be easy.

[ Though he doesn't know all the thoughts and feelings Aerith is experience, he at least understands, remembers, and believes he knows her horror at the outcome and cost of saving the world was a part of it. She'd said as when they first met on the Barge and he told her. ]

Would you like me to stop? [ Speaking about the future. His past. Whatever you want to call it. ] Or... I can be a good listener.