Tidus knows what he was offering, and that he made the offer wanting Inigo to take it than decline. But it doesn't mean that some part of him--knowing the request isn't asking for more, that Inigo's just looking for what Tidus knows he is: company--doesn't react with embarrassment, a small sound escaping from his lips, colour not forming on his cheeks but Tidus still feeling a pinch.

But it's minuscule, with the face staring back at him. Hurt, wanting; and that tug that makes him think of Yuna yanks at him with it, makes his answer leave his mouth before he can let himself think of what he's getting himself into.

"Alright."

He takes back his hands and stands, legs a little cramped from sitting so low but otherwise fine. The jokes or defences that may have been expected minutes ago nowhere to be found, not even creeping in Tidus's own mind. It's not the time.