[He really wishes that he could, Zack. Seriously. Because if the bitter laugh that escapes him is any indication, this entire thing is going to be really strange and hard to explain.]

I'm 23 now.

[Unable to look at the pokegear, Cloud let's Gongaga take it with one of his fleshy ribbon appendages so he can rub at his face.]

Look, I'll--this will be easier to explain face to face. Head for Cherrygrove and we'll head your way. [His hands drop and he finally looks up, pain and something that might be happiness if it wasn't so overshadowed lingering in his gaze.] This will all make sense, I promise. I just..need you to trust me, alright?