It's always been hard for Inigo to accept those words. Maybe exactly because of what Tidus is saying here - that Inigo always had to fight, and that back home there never was anyone else to do it. That their faint numbers were already way too little to fight all of the hurt in the world, to try and save a dying world that was slowly slipping away between their fingers.
It makes it hard to believe those words now. That it really is alright, that there are other people who can take care of things. That everything will be okay, even if Inigo sits back for a moment. Even if he isn't putting himself through the wringer just to do as much as he can. Inigo couldn't believe the words when coming from the Ministry, still pushing himself, but..
.. it's a lot harder to discard those words now. When they're coming from Tidus, and his pleading puppy eyes.
"Okay."
For you, he thinks. Because Inigo is awful at accepting anything for himself, but he'll tell himself that he will do this for Tidus's sake, so the other won't have to worry about him as much.
"We can shower first. And then maybe, um. Nap?"
It feels indulgent, especially since napping surely will take longer than taking a shower. But if Inigo tries to put himself past the guilt of standing by, then he knows what he truly wants to do deep down in his heart is to just curl up with Tidus on a bed and pretend like there's nothing else in the world for a little bit. To just fill his entire world up to be only Tidus for a while, and to have that be okay.
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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It makes it hard to believe those words now. That it really is alright, that there are other people who can take care of things. That everything will be okay, even if Inigo sits back for a moment. Even if he isn't putting himself through the wringer just to do as much as he can. Inigo couldn't believe the words when coming from the Ministry, still pushing himself, but..
.. it's a lot harder to discard those words now. When they're coming from Tidus, and his pleading puppy eyes.
"Okay."
For you, he thinks. Because Inigo is awful at accepting anything for himself, but he'll tell himself that he will do this for Tidus's sake, so the other won't have to worry about him as much.
"We can shower first. And then maybe, um. Nap?"
It feels indulgent, especially since napping surely will take longer than taking a shower. But if Inigo tries to put himself past the guilt of standing by, then he knows what he truly wants to do deep down in his heart is to just curl up with Tidus on a bed and pretend like there's nothing else in the world for a little bit. To just fill his entire world up to be only Tidus for a while, and to have that be okay.
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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."