[ There's a shyness as Inigo comes to meet his face, and it wouldn't linger, not by itself, except for the way that Inigo decides to conclude his reassurance. 'But you already are.'
Tidus doesn't clock in what Inigo' referring to until those words, and his smile grimaces in that embarrassed way, eyes looking elsewhere, head trying to tilt area when it's stuck on a bed in a fussy, self-conscious display.
So he goes for the next best thing by giving Inigo a friendly punch on the shoulder. ]
What am I supposed to say to that? [ He asks in faux accusation, a breath of laughter following it. Tipping his forward after, to rest against Inigo's. ]
...We're going to be okay.
[ It's a sentiment that might be more important, more needed than anything else right now; shared eventually, and reassuringly.
And Tidus believes in it, at least in this moment. They'll be okay; they're going to be fine.
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Tidus doesn't clock in what Inigo' referring to until those words, and his smile grimaces in that embarrassed way, eyes looking elsewhere, head trying to tilt area when it's stuck on a bed in a fussy, self-conscious display.
So he goes for the next best thing by giving Inigo a friendly punch on the shoulder. ]
What am I supposed to say to that? [ He asks in faux accusation, a breath of laughter following it. Tipping his forward after, to rest against Inigo's. ]
...We're going to be okay.
[ It's a sentiment that might be more important, more needed than anything else right now; shared eventually, and reassuringly.
And Tidus believes in it, at least in this moment. They'll be okay; they're going to be fine.
Just as they always are. ]