[ It's not often that Inigo spends a day on the train like this. But maybe it's exactly what they needed - or maybe the one thing they can handle after how that mission ended.
It's already later into the day, sometime during the afternoon - or whatever passes for an afternoon on the train, anyway - and Inigo and Tidus are still in bed. Inigo has had plenty of reasons to be glad that they moved into their own little private double room, but this is one to add to the books: it sure makes it easier to just stay in bed together.
Not that they haven't done at least some stuff. They put up some of the things they (or, well, mostly Tidus, since he's the ideas guy) took along from that odd city, making the room feel even a little bit more like it's theirs.
It's after Inigo lets his gaze linger on the lamp filled with jellyfish for what feels like the umpteenth time that he rolls over, facing Tidus again. It's hard to see the other without thinking of the amount of pained faces he's seen the other make only just the other day, honestly. Inigo is thinking of it even now.
.. He's thinking of the way Tidus disappeared back there, even now.
Inigo hasn't brought it up earlier. Too distracted by the relief of ther reunion right after the fact, and then there just hadn't been time between saving civilians, and then.. well, then the illusion that brought both of them down. ]
Tidus. [ He says, softly, half-muffled by the way he's leaning so heavily on the mattress below them, his cheek smushed against it. ] Can I.. ask something?
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It's already later into the day, sometime during the afternoon - or whatever passes for an afternoon on the train, anyway - and Inigo and Tidus are still in bed. Inigo has had plenty of reasons to be glad that they moved into their own little private double room, but this is one to add to the books: it sure makes it easier to just stay in bed together.
Not that they haven't done at least some stuff. They put up some of the things they (or, well, mostly Tidus, since he's the ideas guy) took along from that odd city, making the room feel even a little bit more like it's theirs.
It's after Inigo lets his gaze linger on the lamp filled with jellyfish for what feels like the umpteenth time that he rolls over, facing Tidus again. It's hard to see the other without thinking of the amount of pained faces he's seen the other make only just the other day, honestly. Inigo is thinking of it even now.
.. He's thinking of the way Tidus disappeared back there, even now.
Inigo hasn't brought it up earlier. Too distracted by the relief of ther reunion right after the fact, and then there just hadn't been time between saving civilians, and then.. well, then the illusion that brought both of them down. ]
Tidus. [ He says, softly, half-muffled by the way he's leaning so heavily on the mattress below them, his cheek smushed against it. ] Can I.. ask something?