[ He doesn't outwardly react, beyond the way his eyelids flicker as Inigo draws away, his expression soft as he watches the other for that time that their eyes are on each other.
But as Inigo's eyes close, Tidus's lingers on the other guy's face, lower from any features; his mind on his own lips, and the touch that's been left there on them. Small and chaste - it reminds him of something closer to romance, of something personal, more emotionally intimate than anything before, and his cheeks come to tingle at the idea.
He screws his eyes shut tight and sends the thoughts away, his hand curling to rest better on Inigo's shoulder, ignoring everything but this attempt to sleep. ]
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But as Inigo's eyes close, Tidus's lingers on the other guy's face, lower from any features; his mind on his own lips, and the touch that's been left there on them. Small and chaste - it reminds him of something closer to romance, of something personal, more emotionally intimate than anything before, and his cheeks come to tingle at the idea.
He screws his eyes shut tight and sends the thoughts away, his hand curling to rest better on Inigo's shoulder, ignoring everything but this attempt to sleep. ]