Usually Inigo would hate this. Lying around, doing nothing. He's so used to being active, to working all the time. He's not good at getting very restful sleep, because he startles awake so easy - an old bad habit from having to be on the constant lookout for Risen, from never being safe. And even when he doesn't sleep, Inigo knows that lying awake in bed just brings all his worries and bad thoughts straight to the forefront of his mind. It's never any good.

But.. like this, it's not so bad. This may just be the only thing that could make it comfortable to him. He knows he never rests as well unless there's someone next to him, like just the warmth of a body is enough to soothe his brain a bit. Like just the arm around his waist is enough to reassure him. That maybe it's okay, if not just for a few moments. That he should just stop thinking. Stop making himself miserable.

The world is hard, and full of pain and disappointment.

But he's not all alone in it.

It makes it easier for his mind to go well and truly blank as he's lying there. For the first time in what feels like a long while now.

A while passes. Inigo isn't even sure how long. Five minutes? Ten? Half an hour? It could have been a hunderd years and he'd believe it.

But it's only then that Inigo softly mumbles, ".. are you asleep, Tidus?"