No, I want to! [ Tidus hurries to get that out, to wipe the thought away. That he doesn't want this, to be here, any of it- ] It's--

[ But continuing, explaining - that's more difficult, stopping in his throat before it can come out. His shoulders slouching under Inigo's palms, his face tipping, gaze lowering; before they slowly lift back up, Tidus giving up his hesitations and admitting: ]

I'm just...sad that I ruined the mood you had going. Your whole plan. [ He's still being dumb, basically. A dummy who can't get over himself, but he doesn't want to completely ruin this either. He leans forward into the small space between their lips to kiss Inigo, holding onto it before breaking away. ]

My favourite dancer going through this effort for me, offering to put on a private show? [ He looks up into Inigo's eyes - a little awkward for the act he's slipping into, but maybe it'll work? --and he even manages to lift the corners of his mouth into a tiny smile. ]

You could be with anyone, and here I am, asking if I should just throw my pants off.