The gesture catches his attention, something about it that makes him think too much or too little and Esteban has to glance away before he says or does something stupid. (A rather impossible goal, but one that he will only admit to himself.) He's too conscious of his friend, and he has to stop looking, so he turns back to the apple pie he's slowly chipping at when what Inigo is saying even registers.
Um. What?
"Where did that come from?" He's not upset per say, it's just-- he hadn't expected, well, anything like that, and he's caught flat-footed, blue eyes wide in his confusion.
He must have skipped a step or something, because he really doesn't see what's so great about... any of this? And Inigo telling him it's not because he's willing to do things for others-- an utterly selfish act on his part, not selfless-- but that he's still be great even without it is, um. He's not catching on.
He leans backwards again, trying to piece things together, but it's like fitting a triangle out of square tiles. He gives up on this, shaking his head from side to side, but it's not that he didn't hear.
"It's just 'cause I have you guys 'round me." If he's great, if he's anything at all right now, other than lost and sinking, it's because of them. "You an' Tidus an' Romeo an' Amaya an' Allen--" Each one of them. Every single one of them. They give so much more to him than he could tell.
"You've helped me out a lot." He smiles this time, relaxed and happy, and he is just a tad upset that Inigo isn't within immediate range so that he could lean on him again, and share the comfort that he's being given. He'd missed having others to care for.
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Um. What?
"Where did that come from?" He's not upset per say, it's just-- he hadn't expected, well, anything like that, and he's caught flat-footed, blue eyes wide in his confusion.
He must have skipped a step or something, because he really doesn't see what's so great about... any of this? And Inigo telling him it's not because he's willing to do things for others-- an utterly selfish act on his part, not selfless-- but that he's still be great even without it is, um. He's not catching on.
He leans backwards again, trying to piece things together, but it's like fitting a triangle out of square tiles. He gives up on this, shaking his head from side to side, but it's not that he didn't hear.
"It's just 'cause I have you guys 'round me." If he's great, if he's anything at all right now, other than lost and sinking, it's because of them. "You an' Tidus an' Romeo an' Amaya an' Allen--" Each one of them. Every single one of them. They give so much more to him than he could tell.
"You've helped me out a lot." He smiles this time, relaxed and happy, and he is just a tad upset that Inigo isn't within immediate range so that he could lean on him again, and share the comfort that he's being given. He'd missed having others to care for.