[ It's not the first uncomfortable silence between them. Not the first unsatisfying end to a discussion, and Tidus knows there's nothing else he can do but sit and wait. Idly playing with the idea of taking off his own SCA, letting Inigo do it for him, but neither thought possessing a backbone. What would that prove alone?
The SCA ticks, and ticks, and ticks. He props up his arm he doesn't have to hold it up, and when it gets down to about twenty or so seconds, Tidus looks over at Inigo, wants to ask 'Isn't that long enough?', but decides to hold in his impatience.
Until the device finally beeps as it would in warning, and his gaze on Inigo holds better, firmer, waiting so he can ask- ]
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The SCA ticks, and ticks, and ticks. He props up his arm he doesn't have to hold it up, and when it gets down to about twenty or so seconds, Tidus looks over at Inigo, wants to ask 'Isn't that long enough?', but decides to hold in his impatience.
Until the device finally beeps as it would in warning, and his gaze on Inigo holds better, firmer, waiting so he can ask- ]
Do you feel okay?