Different as worlds are, there's similarities. The touch to his arm not so incompressible, though it startles Tidus (just a little, okay!) when he feels it, gaze returning onto Wei Wuxian in a puzzlement that doesn't take much to ease. It's not unfamiliar at all, the gesture and look, speaking without saying anything at all.

He hums to Wuxian's plans; then, awkward as he feels sitting in this mood, Tidus clears his throat, attempting to lighten things as he suggests with a sulky edge:

"We better see how everyone's doing later, too. Probably gonna be a few of us feeling sad about friends leaving - we can put together some hang-outs or something. See how many people're left."