He doesn’t even have to wait long. As Inigo hears that breathing, he already knows that Tidus is no longer among the conscious right now.

But he doesn’t mind. Inigo just smiles, glad that Tidus is able to find some rest - and this kind of rest, not the kind where he’s lying in bed all by myself, maybe with a bunch of snacks at best to keep himself company. Inigo’s hands move to rest on top of the arm that’s still wrapped around him.

And he closes his eyes, still with that same smile on his face. Knowing that soon enough he’ll drift off into the same sleep, also comforted by the pressure behind him, that arm around him. (Though Inigo is very much thinking about Tidus and no one else, just comforted by the thought that despite the circumstances, he isn’t alone.)