[ Please mind the small pile of chocolate chunks, Inigo. Tidus rests his head back comfortably to the pillow as Inigo comes back to rest with him, a calm about him, despite the contradiction of emotion he can sense lingering behind some peak. But it's far away not to bother him, at least not prompted now to; eyes lingering on Inigo for a moment before it goes to the space between them, a small smile playing on his face.

He's a good friend. Really. ]

...I never wanted to tell you, 'cause I was afraid of making you sad. I didn't want to ruin your day like that. [ Ha- even though he knew Inigo would have always wanted to know, that he promised him.

Still. ]

Funny, huh? [ His eyes flicker on Inigo, just for a second. ] Being a dream? I don't even get any cool powers from it.

[ What a waste. ]