[ The fingers already pressed against Inigo draw him in more, shifts itself in a useless attempt to hold the other guy more. But he's already there in his embrace, well-fitted. It doesn't remove the desire, the want.

And it's worrying, but a strange sort, how so familiar Inigo's words so to Tidus. The him of this past month. His confession stings Tidus for what they are, a friend admitting their despair, wanting to give up. But it's a reminder too, of two lost souls on the bed that platform day. Nowhere to turn. Not knowing what to do. ]

It's tough, [ Tidus says first. ] --on all of us. I'm sure they already felt bad, but for you. They knew you were hurting. People wish as much as you they had an answer, but they don't. There's just nothing we can do but hurt for a while.

[ Strongly, without a break. Without thinking about it, Tidus's head leans for Inigo's -- their pause of training more than just about resting now. Tidus's thoughts drifting, remembering that earlier half of the month. ]

…I wanted to give up too. I... didn't know what I was supposed to do. I didn't think I had a place on the train. Whatever I did, it wouldn't be for the people who deserved it. All I could think about was that.

[ ... ] It didn't feel right.