Yeah. [ The joke registers a little with Tidus, if only for the amount of time suffered, and Tidus having complained once or twice about it (if only there was sunshine involved!). He huffs, a small sound of mirth, eyes on Inigo before they draw away with the hand on his knee; looking back at the water, resting back on his own leg. ]

I know. You have - you've listened a lot. [ About his past, about his present. About everything, always. ] But... I think we already know a lot about each other, don't we? You know about my old man and mom.

[ He looks at Inigo again, as if to say, right? He knows about his dad, for sure. And his mom - it feels like it's come up.

And Tidus knows and Inigo's own family too. The mom he misses, the dad who didn't act like one when it was needed.

(They're both well aware of dads like that.) ]