[ It's been a day of finding anything that doesn't require brain power. It's usually like this, missions that ask for too much fighting and a lot of magic, and magic turns the entirety of the space where his brain should be into fog central, where focus is a distant cousin. This time however, there isn't the usual exhaustion from magic or endless fighting that commonly haunts their objectives.
It's closer to the days after Yuna left. Where all he wants to do is to never move from his bed, not have to think about the rest of the train or anything. Except this time, he has company; more than a cabinmate returning for their own want or like, but a bedmate. A friend. Company he doesn't want to ignore or send away.
Company to share in this recovery after mystery, though looking Inigo in the face makes him want to cry sometimes. Has led to a few tears being shed already.
But there's been some distractions. Games aren't on the menu, but going through the haul from the city was something. A giant mess mainly and too many electronics in Inigo's presence, but there's a few bits and bobs for them to keep. Tidus is curled up with one of the old magazines opened, idly looking the pictures, pieces of chocolate blocks half-forgotten with tiny bits crumbled off to make a mess one way or another.
Tidus looks away from the book over to Inigo, when he speaks up. ] Mmm?
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It's closer to the days after Yuna left. Where all he wants to do is to never move from his bed, not have to think about the rest of the train or anything. Except this time, he has company; more than a cabinmate returning for their own want or like, but a bedmate. A friend. Company he doesn't want to ignore or send away.
Company to share in this recovery after mystery, though looking Inigo in the face makes him want to cry sometimes. Has led to a few tears being shed already.
But there's been some distractions. Games aren't on the menu, but going through the haul from the city was something. A giant mess mainly and too many electronics in Inigo's presence, but there's a few bits and bobs for them to keep. Tidus is curled up with one of the old magazines opened, idly looking the pictures, pieces of chocolate blocks half-forgotten with tiny bits crumbled off to make a mess one way or another.
Tidus looks away from the book over to Inigo, when he speaks up. ] Mmm?