The more he hears Kitty and Tidus talk, the more he just wishes the ground could swallow him whole. Inigo wants to be just about anywhere but here right now. The sounds of the thoughts in his brain swell, making him feel more and more like he's the dumb one here, making things awkward. Like none of this would be happening if only he just wasn't here.
It's dumb. It's so dumb, but it hurts. And he's not sure if smearing out their dumb problem here in front of Kitty of all people isn't just making things worse.
On the other hand, Kitty doesn't sound like she's about to let this go unless he says something.
It feels like this is going to go bad no matter what he does, but Inigo does speak, his gaze seemingly glued to the table in front of him.
"But you were calling me weird all this time, right?" It doesn't sound accusatory - at least, not in an angry way. It's not like even the wrong implication that Inigo was reading into Tidus's words isn't anything his insecurities tell him on the daily. "Isn't that why you're asking Kitty about the hug thing? Because you think I'm too clingy, that I'm strange for it?"
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It's dumb. It's so dumb, but it hurts. And he's not sure if smearing out their dumb problem here in front of Kitty of all people isn't just making things worse.
On the other hand, Kitty doesn't sound like she's about to let this go unless he says something.
It feels like this is going to go bad no matter what he does, but Inigo does speak, his gaze seemingly glued to the table in front of him.
"But you were calling me weird all this time, right?" It doesn't sound accusatory - at least, not in an angry way. It's not like even the wrong implication that Inigo was reading into Tidus's words isn't anything his insecurities tell him on the daily. "Isn't that why you're asking Kitty about the hug thing? Because you think I'm too clingy, that I'm strange for it?"