He remembers, after a quizzical moment. Caught in a trap of how shyly Inigo speaks about it; head dipped, the glow of the ceiling lights reflecting off his bottom lip. The light streak of tears. Wondering, as Inigo's gaze brings Tidus's to rise and meets his, why he's being so subtle; but he understands that it's probably for him. Maybe a little too careful, or maybe...
But if there's an embarrassment, or hesitation -- Tidus searches for either, but neither find a place in him. He doesn't want to leave here, and there's nowhere else for Inigo to be when the second available lower bed isn't a bed at all. What shame does he have? None of the same he did that time, when Inigo propositioned him before. His hands retract, slipping down the length of Inigo's arms and down to rest somewhere again near his thigh; the light tug exposing through the slit of the other guy's shirt his collarbone, the bob of his adam's apple.
"...It's fine," he reassures; not exactly sure how to, but for that uncertainty, "no one'll be back for a while."
He spares a glance at the bed, making sure of no belongings in the way. The supplies he has in his Arms Band if they'll need any of it, if they go on for too long.
He nods down at Inigo's legs, "You wanna take off-?", indicating to his shoes, and the rest. Slipping his own weight more onto the bed, knowing - if they were doing it like last time - Inigo would want him from behind.
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But if there's an embarrassment, or hesitation -- Tidus searches for either, but neither find a place in him. He doesn't want to leave here, and there's nowhere else for Inigo to be when the second available lower bed isn't a bed at all. What shame does he have? None of the same he did that time, when Inigo propositioned him before. His hands retract, slipping down the length of Inigo's arms and down to rest somewhere again near his thigh; the light tug exposing through the slit of the other guy's shirt his collarbone, the bob of his adam's apple.
"...It's fine," he reassures; not exactly sure how to, but for that uncertainty, "no one'll be back for a while."
He spares a glance at the bed, making sure of no belongings in the way. The supplies he has in his Arms Band if they'll need any of it, if they go on for too long.
He nods down at Inigo's legs, "You wanna take off-?", indicating to his shoes, and the rest. Slipping his own weight more onto the bed, knowing - if they were doing it like last time - Inigo would want him from behind.