Tidus doesn't disturb him. His keeps Inigo in his arms, allowing his body to be the comfort that the other guy needs--whatever small amount that can be, ultimately. One of his hands at times rubbing at his back; a gesture he can't recall if his mother ever did for him, or that he saw in some media, and that's how he knows it's something you do to soothe another.

But he keeps down his own guilt, his own unsettled emotions. Or were those the reasons that this didn't feel so wrong or awkward anymore? He could do without the shame, even if that might've been what was compelling him to think of nothing else right now than Inigo, when being his friend should've been enough.

When Inigo finally stirs in the way of actual movement, Tidus relaxes his hold on him until he can be sure he wants to back off. His arms slipping until his hands stay rested on Inigo's sides, in no rush to be taken back, this whole event buried and forgotten. When Inigo looks at him, he meets him with a sympathetic look, no smiles but the press of his mouth before he speaks, a reassurance to go with his words.

"It's fine. If you want to stay like this a while longer..." He then thinks, offers, "We can go somewhere more comfortable. Whatever you want- I'll stay with you."