"'Cause nothing you've said sounds like he hates you," Tidus counters, earnest in its delivery. "He had something he wouldn't talk about, and you said that's all there's been, right? And that's something big, and you two have to work it out--but people don't keep secrets 'cause they hate them."

Not always, but especially not like this. Unless there's more to it that Inigo's left out, it's complicated, but hate--even if he doesn't know the guy, Tidus doesn't want to put that on the table. It doesn't make sense. And he doesn't want to imagine a guy like Inigo in a relationship like that.

But he doesn't want to bombard the guy as he's in the midst of tears, holding before speaking again. His head angled in Inigo's direction, but not looking at him fully. Still tipped down, but acknowledging where he is.

"Do you really think he does?"