[Cliff brushed the snow off the sleeves of his bomber jacket as he watched Souji speak to Saizou in a patient, almost motherly tone, and was simply grateful that he was free from any ire for the rest of the afternoon.]

...I wonder when he's gonna get over this, [he said, brows furrowed in contemplation.] I know he's just trying to protect you and all, but it can't be good if he's mad all the time.