[ Inigo hums in confirmation, his gaze still on the two tiny things for the moment. Especially as he watches Jumblie take those small hands into her own, starting to lead Gibbs into a dance. Naturally, without hesitation. It must be that fondness higgledies seem to have for dancing, Inigo thinks, and finally manages to tear his gaze away to look at Tidus. ]

I don't know. [ His arm that isn't on Tidus's side momentarily moves up so he can rub at his eyes, just in case tears were starting to appear in there, before being lowered again. ] I.. I like dancing still.

[ That much he does know, even though the way he admits it to Tidus is shy, vulnerable. Inigo almost looks a little skittish, like he's about to dash away. ]

But I'm not sure I could anymore. I was.. prettier when I was younger. [ Not stuck in this weird inbetween where he is now. Not quite super muscly, but not full on dainty anymore like he was when he was younger either. Like the hard edges and muscles from hard work and terrible battles just grew over Inigo's natural smooth forms. ] And I didn't have these dumb scars. And I was more carefree.