[ Isn't it bad? Not bad, but- Tidus can't formulate it, doesn't know if his gut reaction is so right. That it's not bad, but it's not -- right. There's a line that's comfortable between them, one that doesn't separate, but signifies their relationship. The spots that friends exist in, a line that doesn't cross over. ]

I... [ But is it that? Tidus struggles to speak, when he remembers everything before between them with embraces. Him with never thinking about hugging other guys - or anyone - for comfort, and now this. For the exact same reasons, really. Because who else would you hold for affection than a girlfriend, a partner? Who else would you call handsome like this than someone you're interested in. ]

N...no... [ It's why he stumbles into the reply he does, his brow knotted, expression difficult with the place he's in, trying to make sense. It could be like that- their different tolerances, what makes sense and what's unusual. ] I guess I...didn't expect to hear it. It just sounded like... more. You know-

[ He messes the side of his hair, pushing back strands just to fiddle around, have something to do. Mumbling, struggling through his words. A dread in his stomach he doesn't want to acknowledge.

He raises his gaze, a breathy chuckle let out. ]

And you know, the first time we met - I thought you were gonna cry. [ Aha- ] I don't even remember what I said.

[ Only Inigo telling him to stop that, batting his hand in the air. The last thing on Inigo's mind surely being about how handsome or not he was. ]