The uncertainty continues to linger in Tidus's responses, in the way he regards the pair of them, the plan. But it's not deep-rooted, an acceptance, willingness that straights Tidus's back and makes him put on the air of being ready.
Except- A thought, and now he's lifting up that hand of his that has nothing to do.
"Should I-" showing it "-put this somewhere?"
Like - the back of Inigo's shoulder? No, Tidus quickly takes it back, and... settles it on his collar bone!
...
His side? No, wait, that's way too feminine! Where should it go, where should it go...!
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The uncertainty continues to linger in Tidus's responses, in the way he regards the pair of them, the plan. But it's not deep-rooted, an acceptance, willingness that straights Tidus's back and makes him put on the air of being ready.
Except- A thought, and now he's lifting up that hand of his that has nothing to do.
"Should I-" showing it "-put this somewhere?"
Like - the back of Inigo's shoulder? No, Tidus quickly takes it back, and... settles it on his collar bone!
...
His side? No, wait, that's way too feminine! Where should it go, where should it go...!