"No-!" Maybe it isn't vocalised as accusatory, but it reaches Tidus's ears as such. Another sputter, baffled how Inigo even came to any of that. "I was asking 'cause you make a big deal out of how bad I am with hugs! Like... I dunno-" he struggles, awkward. "I thought I was normal about them. But then I don't know if I am? I told you I hug fans that one time and you got upset with me!"

He dances between who to look at, but doesn't know what he's looking for, confused, his hands still raised in front of him, but Tidus about as sure as what to do with them as he is the rest of himself.

"My life wasn't like that," he goes on, feeling like he should or needs to, or something. "I was always training or...the other guys and girls on the teams weren't like that. 'Cept with who they were dating."

As far as he ever noticed.