Cloud, having gotten battered, bruised, and merely having a sprained wing, was in a much better state of affairs than his partner. That was not what bothered him. What bothered him was that he had never seen Midnight this upset. He had never seen her scowl. That was his thing. She was always the one who smirked, gave the cocky jibes, and constantly gave him little slices of hell for his own embarrassments.