Tidus had respected her wishes that day, knowing that likely, all she wanted to do was be numb and cry. And he knew about that, even if he wouldn't exactly say it out loud. But there were others he reasoned, other people who'd know to go and check up on her and have better words of comfort to share.

He'd hope to see her at breakfast time anyway the next day, or catch her somewhere else and find out how better she's doing. But he doesn't until he goes up to the second floor of the quiet car himself, having some plans of his own.

Until he spots her through the glass, and those plans aren't quite as important.

Her door gets a light knock-knock-knock, and he holds up a hand, makes a face that seems to ask with its small sad smile, Hey, there room for another?