"You never dealt with an angry chicken? Count yourself lucky. They're worse than any monster or trooper I ever had to deal with." Cloud says, shrugging, his overall look still softer.

Blond brows arch when Sephiroth snaps his head up and gazes right at him. The expression on his face is something Cloud certainly never expected to see either. He reacts like a cat seeing something interesting- widening pupils included. It reads as genuine fascination with none of the wicked or malicious undertones Cloud is so very used to seeing in his nightmares. Such an expression makes Sephiroth look oddly gentle, which is a thought that immediately startles Cloud when he catches up with himself.

"Better start thanking that hen, then."

It was definitely moreso his hero speaking to him like he was. Not that Cloud believes he will ever admit it.

"Never thought I'd talk to you normally either, but here we are. Not sure what to do about it."

Of course he has questions. Plenty of them. About the younger version of himself, about Midgar, about his future. How much of it does he truly want to know? That question is what sees him waiting for a bit.