Tidus knows he's being goofy, or must look goofy, though there's more sincerity in his movements than a ploy to get Inigo to laugh. Some way of coming to a compromise, even if there's no way of getting Inigo out of that fright. No matter how they might try to meet in the middle.

Except, it can't be that bad. This isn't the first time Tidus has watched him, so why should this be any different? So he thinks, and life hasn't changed that much between the last time and now. As Inigo lives in his resignation and the music starts to play and reveal its beat, Tidus's hands slip from his face; whether they would have being able to stay there anyway, a mystery. He doesn't judge the slippery beginning, or anything else particular to come. He's open eyes, open ears.

--though, that's some pretty raunchy looking dance moves, bud.

Is it? Tidus wonders; if Inigo thinks about it in the moment, that fingers barely trailing from chest to belly pushed out in display, a head tipped back, hold the same meaning as a person looking from his life and someone from Ylisse. Inigo never seems to falter, to think however, once he begins; if the world does truly melt away for him, or if in the midst of a dance, he can find his conviction. Do and be who he wants to be.

Whatever it is- whoever it is- that Inigo becomes, Tidus makes sure that once the music seems to be coming to some kind of end, to be looking away. Or eyes darting off to the side, but then still taking peeks, wondering if Inigo might finally remember he's there. Does he want him looking once he comes down from his dance high? No?? Should Tidus speak first?? He can speak first!!