Tidus dares to smile when he hears Inigo concede, dropping his hand from his head to his shoulder.
"Sure," he agrees. Shower, and a nap. "We'll lay around in bed - and we can listen to some music if we can't fall asleep."
There's a knowing tease in the suggestion, of whenever Tidus shares his taste of music with Inigo, and the resulting impression always being a grimacing expression of why. But if they fall asleep for a while, get to live in the fantasy of nothing else existing - then that works too.
Tidus drops his hands down from shoulders to arms, willing to take a step back, but still near enough for their hands to linger.
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"Sure," he agrees. Shower, and a nap. "We'll lay around in bed - and we can listen to some music if we can't fall asleep."
There's a knowing tease in the suggestion, of whenever Tidus shares his taste of music with Inigo, and the resulting impression always being a grimacing expression of why. But if they fall asleep for a while, get to live in the fantasy of nothing else existing - then that works too.
Tidus drops his hands down from shoulders to arms, willing to take a step back, but still near enough for their hands to linger.
"Sounds like a plan to me."