[ His shoulders droop a little.

At least it's not the droop of discouragement. After all, Tidus is reassuring him, and Inigo is listening to the other well enough to be able to pick up on that - that Tidus does want to try.

But that he also has his own reasons to not quite sound the same way about it as Inigo does. And that's what makes his shoulders droop.

It's sympathy. ]

Yes, I.. I get it. You wouldn't want to get your hopes up too much. [ Especially since - like Tidus says - they still don't have a definite starting point. There's a big possibility that Tidus will never be able to find some way to live, to be more than a dream.

Even though Inigo wants to shove that possibility aside as hard as he can.

He flops down on the bed again, but this time a lot closer to Tidus - practically scooted right up to the other's side, helped by their new double bed. ]

But still.. I want to believe there's some chance out there. Somewhere. We just have to find it. [ And then the question is more if they can find it, rather than whether it exists at all.

He prefers the former question. ]

And I'll do anything I can for that. I mean, I.. I really don't want you to disappear.