[ If Inigo knew, he would have been more careful. But he doesn't know. He doesn't know the specific fear that grips Tidus's chest, the things that Inigo's story makes him think of. If there's any part of all of it that he thinks may hurt Tidus, it's more that last part - his talk about Yuki, about how their shot to be together is gone, much like Tidus's own shot with Yuna. But at that point he's already talking too much to stop himself, words spilling without end once the first ones have been unleashed.
So that tiny pause, any sign of hurt, or worry, or anything-- that's what Inigo is going to ascribe it to. Not that it doesn't make him feel a pang of guilt all the same. This always happens, doesn't it? He crops things up so much that once he starts spilling a bit, he spills the whole mess, and then he inadvertently hurts someone.
His cheeks burn with shame and guilt, and he's halfway through choking out a: ]
Tidus, I'm so sor--
[ .. when he's interrupted by Tidus's own question, stopping him completely. Because that question is so much. ]
I.. well, I.. I don't know..
[ It's not hesitation to tell Tidus the true answer. It's genuinely Inigo not remembering for a moment. Sometimes that memory is trapped just a bit too far down, especially during moments when his mind is already spiralling. Buried deep underneath the memories of lying in all sorts of places, unable to sleep, thinking this will never end and why am I even here and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts.
But just when the emotional distress feels like it's too much on his end as well, Inigo's chest glows, Jumblie appearing with a jump in the air. She waggles around rather hurriedly on her tiny stumpy legs, first smushing herself against Inigo's cheek in an attempt to give him a hug, and then rushing over to Tidus to do the same, using the space on his lap next to Gibbs to press herself against his stomach - a hug born out of Inigo's heart's desire to somehow reassure Tidus, too, despite being so stupidly bad at it in the middle of his own mental breakdown.
It's only when she feels the boys have been sufficiently hugged that she starts to hurriedly waddle once more, her hat shaking back and forth, until she's standing on the floor in front of both of them. Inigo stares at her, speechless, as she slowly starts dancing. But it's not even the typical higgledy dance. It's like she's trying to show off something more intentional, elaborate, from the depths of Inigo's heart.
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So that tiny pause, any sign of hurt, or worry, or anything-- that's what Inigo is going to ascribe it to. Not that it doesn't make him feel a pang of guilt all the same. This always happens, doesn't it? He crops things up so much that once he starts spilling a bit, he spills the whole mess, and then he inadvertently hurts someone.
His cheeks burn with shame and guilt, and he's halfway through choking out a: ]
Tidus, I'm so sor--
[ .. when he's interrupted by Tidus's own question, stopping him completely. Because that question is so much. ]
I.. well, I.. I don't know..
[ It's not hesitation to tell Tidus the true answer. It's genuinely Inigo not remembering for a moment. Sometimes that memory is trapped just a bit too far down, especially during moments when his mind is already spiralling. Buried deep underneath the memories of lying in all sorts of places, unable to sleep, thinking this will never end and why am I even here and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts.
But just when the emotional distress feels like it's too much on his end as well, Inigo's chest glows, Jumblie appearing with a jump in the air. She waggles around rather hurriedly on her tiny stumpy legs, first smushing herself against Inigo's cheek in an attempt to give him a hug, and then rushing over to Tidus to do the same, using the space on his lap next to Gibbs to press herself against his stomach - a hug born out of Inigo's heart's desire to somehow reassure Tidus, too, despite being so stupidly bad at it in the middle of his own mental breakdown.
It's only when she feels the boys have been sufficiently hugged that she starts to hurriedly waddle once more, her hat shaking back and forth, until she's standing on the floor in front of both of them. Inigo stares at her, speechless, as she slowly starts dancing. But it's not even the typical higgledy dance. It's like she's trying to show off something more intentional, elaborate, from the depths of Inigo's heart.
.. Right. ]
I wanted.. to become a dancer. Like my mother.