It rings terribly familiar, right down to the way Sephiroth holds himself with visible discomfort. Cloud learned to (attempt) to hide that with detached disinterest, to varying degrees of success. Extremely varying, depending on how long someone knows him for, as shown by his traveling companions back home. Regardless, there is something else with the familiarity that shocks the blond- relatability. Not something he's really felt in...Ever. Not in any recent or far-flung memory he can manage to pull to mind. As someone prone to closing himself off, it just never was something he sought out.

Yet now, here he is, relating with Sephiroth of all people.

He gives a light shake of his head to pull himself from his own thoughts, and makes the approach. Slowly. For all Cloud tries to make it look natural and stoic, there's an air of awkwardness about him. He fumbles, trying to figure out what to even lead with.

"...Loud as hell here."