[ There's a panic in Tidus. That he knows, despite his efforts, that he's going to see Inigo become discouraged - so discouraged - and this entire effort is going to go to waste. He's going to see it any second now, and it's a lump in his throat, pained and expanding for the words sitting and waiting to be thrown out to reassure the other even more.
But it doesn't come. Inigo is smiling on, and that might be the more puzzling part, hard for his already worked up brain to think about - but Inigo relents, and he's waiting, standing there, and Tidus's brain is an assortment of thoughts that've been thrown up and scattered, and he's trying to gather it all together now. This - Inigo's efforts, to go along with it, to appreciate absolutely everything about them.
Tidus shifts back more onto the bed, his knees dangling off the corner still. ] Come here, [ he guides gently, gesturing to his lap, voice sincere before anything sexy or commanding. He'll say 'sit' if Inigo is more on his knees when he does come to join Tidus, because when he does - he'll bring his arms around the other's shoulders, bury his head close to his collarbone and neck, taking a breath.
He doesn't know why he feels like this; his soul this pinch vulnerable, a feeling like he might cry in the back of his eyes. Not really, but - it's there, some horrible twisted emotion in his guy.
'You've been one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen, ever since I first laid eyes on you..'
It's stupid, it's so stupid. A stupid small overreaction, and he takes a breath, letting it release. ]
You really do look good in this. [ It's not meant to be a Sorry, but something fond, to make the thought concrete. A chuckle humming in his throat. ] You put all this together for a sexy night, and I'm--
[ Being stupid. The stupidest. What is he even doing now? He brings out his face from hiding, looking at Inigo with his face still painted warm; his arms dropping gently down from near his shoulders and down to his waist, hands joining around the back. ]
Want a do-over? With kissing?
[ He sounds almost shy, playful, soft. Just a very simple guy without a stomach for anything more than the usual. Nevermind his sudden antics when they came back on the train.
Just give his heart a minute to adjust (with kissing), and he'll be in the right mindset. ]
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But it doesn't come. Inigo is smiling on, and that might be the more puzzling part, hard for his already worked up brain to think about - but Inigo relents, and he's waiting, standing there, and Tidus's brain is an assortment of thoughts that've been thrown up and scattered, and he's trying to gather it all together now. This - Inigo's efforts, to go along with it, to appreciate absolutely everything about them.
Tidus shifts back more onto the bed, his knees dangling off the corner still. ] Come here, [ he guides gently, gesturing to his lap, voice sincere before anything sexy or commanding. He'll say 'sit' if Inigo is more on his knees when he does come to join Tidus, because when he does - he'll bring his arms around the other's shoulders, bury his head close to his collarbone and neck, taking a breath.
He doesn't know why he feels like this; his soul this pinch vulnerable, a feeling like he might cry in the back of his eyes. Not really, but - it's there, some horrible twisted emotion in his guy.
'You've been one of the most handsome guys I've ever seen, ever since I first laid eyes on you..'
It's stupid, it's so stupid. A stupid small overreaction, and he takes a breath, letting it release. ]
You really do look good in this. [ It's not meant to be a Sorry, but something fond, to make the thought concrete. A chuckle humming in his throat. ] You put all this together for a sexy night, and I'm--
[ Being stupid. The stupidest. What is he even doing now? He brings out his face from hiding, looking at Inigo with his face still painted warm; his arms dropping gently down from near his shoulders and down to his waist, hands joining around the back. ]
Want a do-over? With kissing?
[ He sounds almost shy, playful, soft. Just a very simple guy without a stomach for anything more than the usual. Nevermind his sudden antics when they came back on the train.
Just give his heart a minute to adjust (with kissing), and he'll be in the right mindset. ]