"Yeah. I told you I'd come find you, right? After the mission."

Roland enters innocuously, and it's a lucky sight that they'd be alone for now. He supposes it makes sense. Platform days are usually the busiest times of these short intervals in between missions. And the bathtub does draw some interest in Roland - reminded of the first time they ever met, in a corridor where his points didn't quite add up and Tidus was taking note of prices. Wanting to tell the train off for giving his roommate, who was a whale, the improper living arrangements. A lifetime and a half ago. He smiles at it, but he doesn't linger there. When he is prompted, Roland nods in gratitude and sits by the edge of his bed, carefully sliding the book behind him. The title of the book isn't lost on him either, but at this point he was stalling, staring at the nest Tidus has made for himself with some form of genuine curiosity of his own. Beds often spoke volumes for someone's personality, after all.

But this isn't what he came here for. He grows tired of his own distractions and decides to pat the space remaining beside him, twice, a soft patter against the linens. "Come on. Get comfy for a sec. They're in my Arms."