No. Of course not. As far as he was aware, Tidus wasn't even anywhere near him only a moment ago. For all he knows, it could just be that he's grown so desperate that he's imagining Tidus now, just hallucinating that the other is here with him, since otherwise Inigo's mind might just snap like a twig on the spot.
But despite the total lack of understanding, Inigo just goes along with it. He feels a pair of hands on him, and he uprights his body just a little bit, just enough to practically collapse against the other. His arms clumsily wrapping around the frame he finds there, head dropping forward so his face is clumsily shoved up against Tidus's pectoral muscle.
He's a mess. And he should care. He will most likely care later, when he looks back on this moment and feels kind of pathetic for it.
But right now all Inigo wants is just some comfort. Just something familiar and warm in the middle of all this built up misery. So he clings to Tidus tightly, like the other is a firefighter here to save him in the middle of a burning building.
Inigo's shoulders shake, like he's about to heave, but thankfully he doesn't make this even more awkward by throwing up, even though the other seems very capable of doing so right about now.
Instead he manages to squeeze out one word, just a name. The desperation is audible in it.
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No. Of course not. As far as he was aware, Tidus wasn't even anywhere near him only a moment ago. For all he knows, it could just be that he's grown so desperate that he's imagining Tidus now, just hallucinating that the other is here with him, since otherwise Inigo's mind might just snap like a twig on the spot.
But despite the total lack of understanding, Inigo just goes along with it. He feels a pair of hands on him, and he uprights his body just a little bit, just enough to practically collapse against the other. His arms clumsily wrapping around the frame he finds there, head dropping forward so his face is clumsily shoved up against Tidus's pectoral muscle.
He's a mess. And he should care. He will most likely care later, when he looks back on this moment and feels kind of pathetic for it.
But right now all Inigo wants is just some comfort. Just something familiar and warm in the middle of all this built up misery. So he clings to Tidus tightly, like the other is a firefighter here to save him in the middle of a burning building.
Inigo's shoulders shake, like he's about to heave, but thankfully he doesn't make this even more awkward by throwing up, even though the other seems very capable of doing so right about now.
Instead he manages to squeeze out one word, just a name. The desperation is audible in it.
"Tidus..."