It's not even a question. Tidus is just brushing the matter away, maybe, but there's something about his words that is a dismissal, a denial, a shrug maybe that Esteban won't stand for. He can't stand aside for. This is his truth.
"You make me happy." He grins, his eyes bright and gleaming as he turns onto his seat, watching the water and nothing at all at the same time as he goes on. "The train's made me happy." He snickers again and shifts his head to the side, going on without much prompting, not needing it just because-- it feels nice. To talk. Openly without secrets or without half-truths woven in there.
"Never felt more trapped into somethin' than here, an' it's horrible--" he grimaces, his lips still upturned, "-- 'cause the train's so small and the walls are tiny an' the cabins just kinda weigh down on me an' I really hate it." For something that is supposed to make him happy, this doesn't really seem to be anything positive.
All throughout his chat, his limbs are waving through the water and through the air, as if he could maybe describe something, or sign something significant, and yet there's no meaning to his gestures. Droplets flick from his hands when he's a bit too enthusiastic as he goes on.
"But I'd been on the road so long an' just tryin' to catch back what I'd had before that... I'd forgotten how to live for now. I'd forgotten how t' make friends an' challenge them an' play 'round with them. I'd forgotten how t' live in with other people an' appreciate that they were there. I'd forgotten what it was like to have a home."
"I miss the home that I lost," he mentions, off-handed a bit, thinking of the friends he'd never met again. That he wants to meet again. "But the train's literally plucked me an' locked me in a tiny space, an' if that's not the most obvious "sit still for five minutes an' make friends" that I've ever 'xperienced, I dunno what is." Laughter spills from him again, shivering through his lungs even though he's quiet about it.
"Part of that's thanks to you." Oh yeah-- he meant to talk about this, hadn't he? "I mean, bein' there's part of it, an' I have fun when I'm 'round you-- but--" This is... heavier. And more delicate at once. He doesn't know what he intends to say, not precisely, and it's a bit more difficult to get the words out now.
"-- But we talked. And that helped." It falls short. It falls woefully short, and he doesn't know what he's trying to say but it's not enough, and at the same time, he doesn't know what else to add. "So-- I mean, thanks."
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"You make me happy." He grins, his eyes bright and gleaming as he turns onto his seat, watching the water and nothing at all at the same time as he goes on. "The train's made me happy." He snickers again and shifts his head to the side, going on without much prompting, not needing it just because-- it feels nice. To talk. Openly without secrets or without half-truths woven in there.
"Never felt more trapped into somethin' than here, an' it's horrible--" he grimaces, his lips still upturned, "-- 'cause the train's so small and the walls are tiny an' the cabins just kinda weigh down on me an' I really hate it." For something that is supposed to make him happy, this doesn't really seem to be anything positive.
All throughout his chat, his limbs are waving through the water and through the air, as if he could maybe describe something, or sign something significant, and yet there's no meaning to his gestures. Droplets flick from his hands when he's a bit too enthusiastic as he goes on.
"But I'd been on the road so long an' just tryin' to catch back what I'd had before that... I'd forgotten how to live for now. I'd forgotten how t' make friends an' challenge them an' play 'round with them. I'd forgotten how t' live in with other people an' appreciate that they were there. I'd forgotten what it was like to have a home."
"I miss the home that I lost," he mentions, off-handed a bit, thinking of the friends he'd never met again. That he wants to meet again. "But the train's literally plucked me an' locked me in a tiny space, an' if that's not the most obvious "sit still for five minutes an' make friends" that I've ever 'xperienced, I dunno what is." Laughter spills from him again, shivering through his lungs even though he's quiet about it.
"Part of that's thanks to you." Oh yeah-- he meant to talk about this, hadn't he? "I mean, bein' there's part of it, an' I have fun when I'm 'round you-- but--" This is... heavier. And more delicate at once. He doesn't know what he intends to say, not precisely, and it's a bit more difficult to get the words out now.
"-- But we talked. And that helped." It falls short. It falls woefully short, and he doesn't know what he's trying to say but it's not enough, and at the same time, he doesn't know what else to add. "So-- I mean, thanks."