[ You shouldn't be, he wants to say, held back by knowing where that goes for Inigo, and then by the thought of where his hands had brushed by before, at his stomach. There wouldn't be a scar, shouldn't be, but Tidus swallows with the knowledge, another step back towards misery he knows he can't take. ]

Well - you're a handsome guy. You'd be alright.

[ So he settles on that, softly spoken, this nonsensical conversation derailed slightly by the emotion in his throat that didn't entirely lower back into his stomach. He takes a breath, not having lost his smile. Not about to let that mistake stop him. ]

That's okay, I already know what I'm getting you anyway. So you better be ready to feel like you're ten years old again!