[ Tidus doesn't entirely get what's happening when he's moved, but then - he isn't sure about a lot of things in the midst of waking up. That stabbing loneliness overwhelming him, a half-remembered recollection of the anchoring, did they do it, did they get people? I don't want to leave Inigo behind. It's the thought that hurts the most, the living dread Tidus has been carrying for days. Inigo's biggest fear, and everything that would haunt him if it happened. A mother who needed saving, a close friend too.
He can't leave this way. Not after saying how much he couldn't handle it.
Tidus doesn't entirely get what's happening now, but there's someone there, Inigo, how? -- and that's all he wants, letting his head bury into the other guy and his words of comfort. The presence that's more real and firm than he ever knew he would miss, but it's true. He doesn't want to be alone. He doesn't want to be left alone.
It takes a minute for Tidus to start to regain some sense about this morning; what it is he's doing, how much he's letting himself cry over some dumb half-sleepy state. But he still has to sniff, to bite on his lip and to choke back a few sobs, before he manages to control his crying. Red and messy-faced, a patch of tears left against Inigo's shoulder.
But he pulls his head away, embarrassed, a downtrodden face. Sniffing, trying to get a hand to wipe over his face. ]
I-I'm sorry-- I dunno what came over me. S-stupid dream...
[ He'll blame it on a dream, why not. It makes more sense than I forgot we saved you. ]
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He can't leave this way. Not after saying how much he couldn't handle it.
Tidus doesn't entirely get what's happening now, but there's someone there, Inigo, how? -- and that's all he wants, letting his head bury into the other guy and his words of comfort. The presence that's more real and firm than he ever knew he would miss, but it's true. He doesn't want to be alone. He doesn't want to be left alone.
It takes a minute for Tidus to start to regain some sense about this morning; what it is he's doing, how much he's letting himself cry over some dumb half-sleepy state. But he still has to sniff, to bite on his lip and to choke back a few sobs, before he manages to control his crying. Red and messy-faced, a patch of tears left against Inigo's shoulder.
But he pulls his head away, embarrassed, a downtrodden face. Sniffing, trying to get a hand to wipe over his face. ]
I-I'm sorry-- I dunno what came over me. S-stupid dream...
[ He'll blame it on a dream, why not. It makes more sense than I forgot we saved you. ]