Tidus laughs, unashamed.

"What? You're the one always getting so chummy with the guy! --and you make it easy," is the more truthful reasoning of yeah, I'm doing it again.

And that call out should be plenty reason to give this up - if this wasn't Tidus, leaning comfortably with his hand resting under his chin. Staring right back into Inigo's eyes, mouth forever a crescent moon.

"So? You don't wanna go dancing with some other cute guys?"