Freedom!! Tidus flops onto his back, his internal clock telling him he hasn't been asleep that long. He squints under the light of their room, puts an arm over his forehead to block some of it out as he hears that last stuttering question.

"You still wanna have sex?" --Oh, wait. They were playing hard to get. "I thought we banned each other for a month?"

His thoughts are scattered, not quite in order as they should be, remembering parts of a conversation that feel further back in time than they likely were. Does he still want to have sex? Does he want to tease Inigo, put on a solo show? Actually, wasn't the ban for a week? Whatever.

He kicks his feet up some, an idle movement as he decides, "Let's just lounge around in bed. S'easier."

There, no overthinking (or any thinking) involved.