[ Even moreso than the hand landing nearly on his thigh, it's the gaze that's looking back at him that's getting to Inigo more than anything here. It's not like he has never seen Tidus shy before, but it's a rarity. Tidus is usually so confident, charging right ahead - and Inigo likes that about the other, admires it so much, but it still feels special to see him instead like this.

Especially when Inigo realises that it's because of what he's doing. That he's the one getting Tidus to look like this in the first place.

His stomach goes wild with butterflies - and a little beyond that.

Enough so that he's entirely honest in his answer. ]

Yeah.

[ His hand stills on its journey downward, resting near where Tidus's belly button ought to be. ]

So often. Already a long time before we spoke of it. [ Even Inigo himself isn't sure when it first began. Back when he saw Tidus in the hot springs? Back on the market in Irivar?

It must have been somewhere around the time of those two moments - but regardless, that's a pretty long time ago by now. And long, long before the end of the previous mission. ]

I thought.. [ Inigo's voice lingers for a moment. It's harder to act confident the more he speaks, but he's trying. He's just telling the truth here, he tells himself. A truth Tidus wants to hear too, even though Inigo kept it to himself for so long because he feared the other wouldn't want to hear even one word of it. ] I thought of what you'd feel like. What you'd look like.