There's a prickling behind Tidus's eyes, inside his chest. A deeper hurt there than the one brought on by that tugging desire to cry. But he doesn't. Tidus sniffs once or twice as Inigo speaks, listening; Inigo's head on his shoulder, his own head resting some on his in turn. It's not like he doesn't get it. In the end - does anyone ever try not to hold back their pain? They don't wanna worry anyone, there's more going on than them. And what can they do when there's no answer to it, when you have to keep going anyway?

Was he strong, holding everything back at the end, never telling the others what would happen to him? Or was he just scared? Because he knows which feeling it was. He knows which he told himself to make it be, what to be, for everyone else.

But being like this is a comfort. And if he's a coward now, then--he doesn't care. He doesn't care what anyone else thinks. Nothing else matters than what helps, and Tidus leans the side of his head against Inigo's, taking in the small quiet. As long as Inigo was there, and they both felt the same way - then everything else could wait.

"Thanks, Inigo..." He speaks, voice low. "We... let's stick together. That's just what we have to do." A note fonder- "I like it when we do."

They were a team - they were pals - on this ride. Winding each other up, confusing each other, but always meaning everything to the other, always ready to jump to their help. Their differences never repulsions, just waters they weren't sure how to navigate. But they usually did -- even literally, for Inigo. Getting to teach him how to swim, sitting together on that beach lit by the sunset...

"We can stay like this." A joke, even though - he wouldn't mind either. It's relaxing; whether that's having someone to lean on, or just leaning at all. He's gotten way too comfortable laying around in bed lately.

Or a hug's nice, once in a while.