As Inigo presses into their embrace more, so does Tidus, squeezing his arms around Inigo's form and burying the both of them into one another. He might not be the one crying, empty of tears, but his chest is still full, still heavy with his friend's suffering. He wishes he could give him so much more; let him have the time, the help he needs.

"Nothing about that sounds dumb to me." Needing - and wanting - someone close. Anyone at all. His voice spoken lowly, just for the two of them, but not quiet. "I'd want you to - if you ever need me, I'd want you to call on me. Whenever it is. ... Because I love you too, Inigo."

How can he pretend otherwise? This guy, he trusts his thoughts and vulnerabilities and stupidity and body and life to - of course he loves him. He loves him to bits.

"We promised we'd be here for each other - we'd make it easier. Better. And I still stand by that, 'cause I want to." He eases the vice of his hold around Inigo, but it's a difficult decision too; that he's peeling away this comfort, in exchange for a gesture less than it. But Tidus does it anyway, without shrugging out of their hug or anything; just so he can meet Inigo's eye, at least look at his face, and say what he does directly to him than over his shoulder.

Because anyone can say anything, but he wants to press into Inigo his honesty.

"I'm always with you, no matter what." No matter where he is, no matter if he's alive or gone; no matter. "You're nothing less, and you're not dumb, ever. You're just...a guy, just like me. And it's okay to take a step back. It's okay to change."

To not have to be invincible, a killer when the time demands it.

"I believe in who you are, Inigo. The good and bad." A tiny smile, and he can't help himself; he pulls back a hand, so he can brush the side of his hair.

"Why do you think I try making you shine so much?"