I don't hate it! [ That comes out, without Tidus needing to think; rather, there's only the need to throw that word - hate - out of this conversation, to not let it sit there while Inigo is visibly becoming so disheartened. But then he needs more to actually come out of his mouth, which- ] I... it's...
[ Okay. Pause. He exhales, tries to walk this thin line between explaining himself and not offending Inigo. ]
It's nothing to do with you - I don't mind sharing room with you, you know? We do it, no problem. [ Please remember that! ] It's just, you know... you'd be stuck with me, the whole time. And wouldn't you want some privacy once in a while? [ He runs a hand through his hair, knowing that technically Inigo just answered that, but he's frazzled, sighing. ]
I've never thought about it before. Sharing a bed with someone-- permanent, like. [ 'Cause he's done it temporarily plenty of times, sure. ]
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[ Okay. Pause. He exhales, tries to walk this thin line between explaining himself and not offending Inigo. ]
It's nothing to do with you - I don't mind sharing room with you, you know? We do it, no problem. [ Please remember that! ] It's just, you know... you'd be stuck with me, the whole time. And wouldn't you want some privacy once in a while? [ He runs a hand through his hair, knowing that technically Inigo just answered that, but he's frazzled, sighing. ]
I've never thought about it before. Sharing a bed with someone-- permanent, like. [ 'Cause he's done it temporarily plenty of times, sure. ]