[He chuckled softly at the small jab Souji had made with his words.]

Not like that, [he said, grinning in boyish chagrin.] It was actually more similar to all of this...

[Blinking, he found that his vision had cleared somewhat. Something was still off but he could function like this until he figured out what the problem was.

Cliff pulled at the cover, bringing the warm fabric closer to the both of them, hopefully covering the thin white trousers he was wearing in the process.]

I just never talked about it 'cause it seemed weird, [Cliff added, returning his gaze to his companion.] That's all.