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Between Cloud and Aerith, they have plenty of friends, and all of those friends are at the holiday party they're on their way to; all of those friends are also receiving gifts this year.
While walking, Aerith slips her arm around Cloud's waist and tugs him close to her side. Cloud grunts as the boxes stacked in his arms jostle.
"Aerith?"
"You're too far away, and you can't hold my hand."
"Guess I can't argue with that."
Aerith nods with a "mmhm!" and tightens her grip on Cloud as they walk into the crosswalk, soon to arrive at their destination.