[ He manages it, out of pure habit. The same miserable feeling sits in his stomach, but he doesn't cry. He's careful to not even let his expression drop. Maybe his coy smile turns into something different, sure, something smaller and a bit more genuine, but the smile itself is still there. ]

Sorry that I went too far. [ Inigo says, adding a slight shake of his head.

He steps over until he's actually standing in front of where Tidus is sitting, but isn't following up with anything he had in mind. It's a lot - the juggling of his emotions, along with throwing around the whole schedule and plan he had in mind for this whole thing - but he's desperately trying to keep all those plates up. ]

Just tell me what you want then, okay? I promised this to you, after all. So I will go along with whatever you want.