"You're my friend. What friends don't butt heads once in a while?"

Though, this couldn't be called that. But maybe - surprise as it might be - he doesn't always think about his words, and the heart of what he means is apparent. And he continues, not moving from his place or his gesture, not even when he thinks he might hear another person entering the coach.

He tugs his arm around Inigo tighter instead, protectively.

"If you really hurt me - you know, all this stupid stuff, I would've talked to you straight. Yeah? It's just a misunderstanding." A misunderstanding on both their parts. A misunderstanding now on their intentions. "I never thought you were weird. I was just... curious."

Tidus is rubbing his hand now, down from Inigo's shoulder to his back. A soothing gesture, meant to help. "It's different for everyone. It really was a dumb question," he admits with a light chuckle. "...and hey - you're not the only one who likes a hug once in a while."

For whatever that statement will mean, or get through to Inigo, or slowly persuade him more. Or maybe it doesn't matter, if they stay like this either. Inigo letting himself cry, and him being there, letting him. His back being his cover.

"You're my friend," he says - because he wants to.