Tidus doesn't mind when Roland speaks, doesn't mind the silence. It's manageable in here in this space, and with the clock before them - the 'clock', designed to shift by colour, it's as if they have plenty of it. Time. Plenty of time to muse in silence, be unmoving. Doing nothing.

A state his mind maybe shouldn't get in, but it's easy to, nonetheless. Tius huffs in acknowledgement to the joke, a noise lost to the silence. Disturbed only by Roland when he speaks again, and Tidus doesn't look at him right away- but certainly does at the request to look away from him. An unintentional contradiction.

"What?" A blink, and the request is settling in. A twitch of expression and tone that can be mistaken as humour follows suit, flatly so. "You're really asking me to look the other way."

Look, he will, he just really needs this to be loud and clear so all four walls of the cabin knows it too.