[ Under other circumstances that line may have gotten to Inigo's so easily activated insecurities. Pricking at them, making him worry.

But not today. Today he just keeps resting against Tidus, only feeling better when that other arm joins Tidus's initial arm around him. It's nice, being held. It's something Inigo has known for a long time, and for a while now hasn't shyed away from asking people for on this train. It feels even nicer here, with the hot water, the steam in the air. It makes everything feel even warmer, more comfortable. Like he's in a haze.

In good way, though. ]

Sorry that you have to make do with me. [ That atmosphere is exactly what keeps anything genuinely self-depreciating from slipping into those words. It keeps it just a light joke, a breath that almost sounds like a laugh following it as Inigo snuggles moves a little more into the hold.

The breath melts into a pause, words forming on Inigo's lips that are met with a moment of hesitation before they start to spill out. ]

.. what if you had the chance? To.. To be close to someone again. Even if it'd just be for a few moments.