[ His heart doesn't know how to settle, what to feel; when in this instance, there's words in the back of his throat wanting to be spoken unknown even to him, words his mouth can't fathom, can't form. Eyes settled on Inigo, and all he can think about is the more that wants to be expressed, but isn't tangible enough to be grasped. A smile starts to tremble onto his lips: without force, not a lie, but as complicated as the both of them are, as is this moment. The eyes close to tears below him making his own sting.

I feel better with you here. It should be enough to continue forward, to go on as he were. But that's not the forward Tidus sees now, where his body wants to take him, his heart. ]

Just a world? [ It's the wrong time for jokes, it's a joke that won't hurt. Tidus teases it meaninglessly, lowering himself to entangle with the body beneath his; a huff of laughter that's quiet as he starts to find a place for his arm under Inigo's, hand wrapping to around his back. But the rolled up shirt finds his embarrassment, has Tidus trying to clumsily pull it back down one-handed, his other trapped under him. He pats it once done, thinking to leave his hand there, it would be better (it would be more guy-like); but he ignores the insecurity and does as he wanted, embracing the other to bring them both together, his legs find refuge with the one of Inigo's between them. ]

I just wanted you to know - I never want you to think anything else, to get the wrong idea. Everything we do, it'll stay with me; I'll be glad for it. All the stupid, good, the boring, all the little things... if we had to be trapped here, then - at least I got to be trapped with you. At least I got to know what life could be like.

I just...wanted you to know, [ he repeats; his face close to Inigo's chest, his feet bumping at the wall at the end of the bed. ]