Tidus doesn't know what he means, not right away; his mind wondering what the passenger list can have to do with this, and then, wait, which name could it be? And there's two people that Tidus knows of importance to Inigo, for him to mention them in the past.
It could be either one. And which of the two it is doesn't matter, Tidus's face dropping further to a shared pain to see the state of Inigo. He takes a forward this time, his name a sympathetic misery on the end of his lips.
"Inigo..."
What can he do? What can he say--and he knows there's really nothing anyone can do to make these times better. But Tidus walks those last few steps over to Inigo, to the trunk that he sits on. He takes the edge of it, a squeeze that Tidus still gives Inigo room for by not fully resting on it, keeping himself steady by the placement of his feet and a hand between them.
"Sorry."
He doesn't look at him, head bowed to give him that privacy to his tears.
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It could be either one. And which of the two it is doesn't matter, Tidus's face dropping further to a shared pain to see the state of Inigo. He takes a forward this time, his name a sympathetic misery on the end of his lips.
"Inigo..."
What can he do? What can he say--and he knows there's really nothing anyone can do to make these times better. But Tidus walks those last few steps over to Inigo, to the trunk that he sits on. He takes the edge of it, a squeeze that Tidus still gives Inigo room for by not fully resting on it, keeping himself steady by the placement of his feet and a hand between them.
"Sorry."
He doesn't look at him, head bowed to give him that privacy to his tears.