It's so dumb. All of this. Inigo knows. He knows he's just making himself look dumber with every single thing he says and does, and yet it's too late to take any of it back. He kind of feels himself shrink when he hears Tidus speak, when he hears that odd noise from Senku. Why can't this train just have a cannon or something? Just fire him straight out into the void. It's fine. It'd be better at this point.

Inigo's just staring so intensely at the table in front of him, like he's trying to burn a hole in it. Anything's better than looking over at Tidus and Senku and facing the inevitable disappointment and confusion on their faces. Don't you think you're being a little unfair? It feels like a punch to the gut, since it's true.

But it's just-- they've been sitting here for a while already now, and with every conversation Inigo can just feel his last shreds of self worth shrinking away even more.

"I'm the strange one for wanting to hug everybody. I already know." At least he doesn't sound angry anymore now. Sure, he still sounds upset, but it's definitely swung all the way towards the sad end of that spectrum. "You guys can bond over not wanting that."

Just.. please, not within earshot of him, where every word feels like a nail is being hammered straight into his heart. It's just like back home. Go away. Listening to you is stressful. Stop before I cut off your hands! He's always been the weird one for being affectionate, huh.