[ Whenever Tidus thought about the time he finally told Inigo the truth, it was always devastating. The look that would fall onto Inigo's face, the sound of his voice. And he wasn't completely off, but now that it's here - though it's come about with guilt and the pain of a deeper, more real hurt -, maybe he was always wrong. He thought Inigo would react in a way that wasn't fair. Pictured him less composed, more likely to sink into despair with another cruel notch to reality.

But as Inigo goes along with his request, no fuss beyond the touches of gentleness that are so him, Tidus does lift his head, eyes scrunched some from the close proximity, but - but because he might cry for an entirely different reason. This appreciation that's close to joy. An appreciation that's thankful.

Tidus doesn't cry, but he does pinch his lips tight, press his forehead against Inigo's and continue to hold his hand tightly. ]

I'm getting him a gift, [ he says on a high note, but it lowers as he continues. ] I was thinking... I could get him a book or two on animals. He really likes them. Maybe his own...camera?

[ They rarely saw animals, but even so. ]

What do you think?