[ Oh geez, this is what everyone asks after sex in the movies, isn't it?! It's a real thing? Did Inigo see it in a movie? Thoughts that smash and jumble together as Tidus struggles to find a smarter answer than the one has already in his throat, but- ]

Uh. Y-yeah? [ Y-yeah? Is that a good answer? Granted, Tidus is only now becoming more aware of their states: Inigo mostly sprawled on top of him, the...mess..., his clothing both pulled up under his chin and hanging around his legs. He's never felt like more of a slob than in this moment, but - he's got to tell himself that's for the Tidus of five minutes to worry about.

Or ten? Maybe ten. ]

You liked it too, right? I mean...it was different. From someone else doing it. [ Jerking me off-- But all his natural inhibitions have returned, shame a sensible(?) friend returned. Gaze up on the ceiling, no clue where else to put it. ] But I liked it...? It was a good different!

[ So don't get the wrong idea!! ]