[ He doesn't know what to say. Should he have said anything at all? When this was the same thing he was scared of back in Spira: telling Yuna the truth, seeing her cry. Tidus doesn't look now, but he can hear it, feel it coming from Inigo; crossing between their fingers, surging into his own heart. He wants to cry too. Maybe he is, a little, eyes wet behind his lids.
But he holds it back, tells himself to. Hates already being this exposed, and Inigo's crying--it's like he knows, doesn't he? He should have hid it. That he was going to disappear, that he could...he wasn't...alive. He was never a good liar.
This is where he should be stronger. But this is where he gets scared the most, of goodbyes, of facing them. And so his head just dips lower, like he's trying to pretend this doesn't exist. ]
just some sad boys nbd
But he holds it back, tells himself to. Hates already being this exposed, and Inigo's crying--it's like he knows, doesn't he? He should have hid it. That he was going to disappear, that he could...he wasn't...alive. He was never a good liar.
This is where he should be stronger. But this is where he gets scared the most, of goodbyes, of facing them. And so his head just dips lower, like he's trying to pretend this doesn't exist. ]