Tidus lets Inigo keep it for a while, but thanks for letting him have it back! Not that he needs it immediately for anything, but it's nice to have all of one's limbs (sus, we know). But he's watching Roland as he sits himself back down, comfortable, half-interested in the conversation in what he assumes to be an easy one. A talk about a favourite TV show growing up -- what difficulty can there be in a subject like that?

He expects embarrassment at worse, but nothing that'd be worth changing subjects or requiring reassurance. But the way that Roland sits as if ... Tidus can't quite pin it - being interrogated? Needing to give an alibi? So stiff and emotionless, keeping himself in check. All proper. Has Roland gotten like this about anything?

(Like, maybe that time he was dumb about his leg wound.)

"Nope." He speaks up after Roland's reassurance, like he has any authority in this. "Inigo's helping you, from start to finish. Then you can decide if you never make one again." And he knows he doesn't need to be this bossy, but, with a smile on his face, Tidus leans against the table to pat Roland on the arm.

"Relax! It's okay, we know you were a kid once. Loosen up, be proud of it. That's a cute show." His grin widens as he says it. "Look more happy about it!"

About this - about everything. Smile, Rol!! Whatever it is making him look so... tight.