"There is someone! Tellmetellmetellme!" That was Laguna, back in the present, no doubt about it. A very bouncy, excited present. Argh. And he’d thought the embarrassment of the day had ceased. Fat chance. He did note however, there were far too many similarities between his father and one Ms. Tilmitt for his own comfort. They couldn’t be… related somehow, could they? He really didn’t put it past Laguna to have sown his oats so far. And it wasn’t exactly beyond the capabilities of Laguna’s looks… Oh Hyne.
As said by Tifa's OC husband about a sick Cloud:
“He looks smaller than I expected,” he said eventually, helplessly. What else to say in the face of such a figure, not only the saviour of the Planet but his wife’s former love? Vincent didn’t envy him, and caught Cid, who was standing behind Richard with a drink in one hand, sending him a look that told him he wasn’t the only one feeling sorry for the bartender. “I keep expecting to see a huge sword lying about somewhere.” The laugh which followed was strained, and Vincent caught a slight gleam of panic in the man’s eyes.
“Nah, Ultima Weapon‘s on the Highwind. Fucking piece o’ metal’s so big it needs its own room.” Cid rolled his eyes. “He’d better be bloody well happy we brought it with us, when he wakes up.”
Gotta love Cid!
“He looks smaller than I expected,” he said eventually, helplessly. What else to say in the face of such a figure, not only the saviour of the Planet but his wife’s former love? Vincent didn’t envy him, and caught Cid, who was standing behind Richard with a drink in one hand, sending him a look that told him he wasn’t the only one feeling sorry for the bartender. “I keep expecting to see a huge sword lying about somewhere.” The laugh which followed was strained, and Vincent caught a slight gleam of panic in the man’s eyes.
“Nah, Ultima Weapon‘s on the Highwind. Fucking piece o’ metal’s so big it needs its own room.” Cid rolled his eyes. “He’d better be bloody well happy we brought it with us, when he wakes up.”
Gotta love Cid!

“You guys are all so damn confusing,” Reno hollered from up ahead. “Spirit projection and inhumanity and talking cats…almost makes me wish I’d just given you my stupid chopper back in Junon.”
The gunner arched both eyebrows. “Technically, Reno, the helicopter is still mine.”
Blue eyes flashed as the Turk laughed aloud. “Technically, Vincent, you’re dead.”
Liam shrugged. “We’re not very good at staying true to the technicalities.”
The gunner arched both eyebrows. “Technically, Reno, the helicopter is still mine.”
Blue eyes flashed as the Turk laughed aloud. “Technically, Vincent, you’re dead.”
Liam shrugged. “We’re not very good at staying true to the technicalities.”