[ Privacy. There's a noise, a word he trips over, a gulp in his throat; head turning away with a warmth rushing to his cheeks, and Tidus stares at the table but doesn't really see it, the device left glowing a soft blue.

The hand he'd been using to mess with his hand now rubs at the side of his neck. Tidus looks once down the aisle to search for any watchful eyes, but he doubts anyone heard them.

He takes a couple of seconds, before- ]

I'm not saying no, [ he starts slowly, ] I just- [ how to explain it? ] --It's a me thing. It's not like I have a problem with you, I've just... never thought about sharing a bed with someone. I just wanna sit on the idea.

[ He returns his gaze onto Inigo, awkward as it is, his lips pressed together. ]

I need a little time. Okay?

[ Please? sits under that, a request, a hope for understanding. It's nothing personal, it's nothing to do with Inigo. It's something he can't explain any better than he's tried to.

Is he being weird? Maybe - but then he just needs time to deal with it. ]