[ His skin is starting to cool off some, and though it takes a bit of work to pop his arm out from where his elbow's been trapped, he does decide to do it, and then to let it flop to rest on whatever part of Inigo it lands on - somewhere around his midsection, Tidus thinks. Letting his bodies and emotions rest, though Inigo is doing well at keeping his skin feeling pink.

Especially at that last spoken thanks. Tidus squirms, struggling under the embarrassment of it. How can he just...! ]

You don't need to thank me. [ Please!! Please, he's too weak for this...! ] I didn't do all the work.

[ Considering he got Inigo to start...and now there's that mess on him too that he said Inigo could do.

--No, thoughts, stop wandering! ]

Um, but - I'm cool doing it more sometime...if you are?

[ ... ]

But maybe we should be prepared to clean up after.