Tidus shakes his head, though it comes with a pause. To collect his thoughts, feelings--whatever they actually were. A conversation he knows he's been meaning to have, but there's no easy way to go about it. His heart isn't as heavy as it had been before. As raw, and as apprehensive.

"You were being a friend. You wanted to help. You didn't do anything wrong, I was... I was struggling. I didn't know what to do."

And it's strange to remember: how hard it had been that first week going into the mission. There's been hard days after, but being around his friends, having Gibbs around with him--it's given him some drive. A drive he forgot he had.

"I'm sorry I freaked out." He huffs, low and mirthless. "I really know how to pick my timing."

Like when they're surrounded by wolves after their blood.