Does Tidus suspect that Inigo will follow him straight away? Of course not. That would be making it too easy after everything!

But how long is five or ten minutes, or even half an hour? Tidus can wait that long, or at least in theory. In reality, this ignores how terrible Tidus is at waiting. Patience? What's that. Passing time? Sounds like a really good time to take a nap.

Which is exactly what ends up happening: Tidus falls asleep, tucked up somewhere in the middle of the bed, down to a t-shirt and his underwear. So, his usual nightwear.

And there's not a sexy spreadsheet in sight.

There is only: snzzzzzzzz.