Inigo is 17. He really should know better. Or at the very least, he should have developed the skills necessary in order for him to be able to think for himself, rather than the first thing he's told.

And yet.. even though he's thinking about how sad it is that Glorfindel is lacking in hugs, Tidus's words sweep Inigo's mind along instantly. He looks over at the other teen in surprise.

"W-Wait, really?" Somehow he just instantly believes him, despite there not even being real evidence.. And so Inigo's puppy eyed look is immediately turned upon the elf.

"Are you really up to something? You.. You wouldn't do something cruel to us under the guise of an innocent hug, would you?"