Jenna glanced up at Sephiroth before she sighed at his tone. Somewhat melting inside at how miserable Sephiroth seemed, she reached up to grip onto him and pull him down onto the couch with her. She then tried to snuggle up with him as well as kneed her left hand into his scalp.
“I still don’t think you would care much if I accepted purfume from some male… And definitely trash the next set of condoms you get as a gift, Seph.”