He huffs, a small cough of a laugh. A wry smile playing on his lips.
"It's dumb. I got so worked up, worried what you thought about me. Now it's..." ...well, this. Acceptance. Just a fact of life, of him. The way he would want it to be.
"Well, nothing's really different, right? I'm the same ol' Tidus."
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"It's dumb. I got so worked up, worried what you thought about me. Now it's..." ...well, this. Acceptance. Just a fact of life, of him. The way he would want it to be.
"Well, nothing's really different, right? I'm the same ol' Tidus."