[ To Tidus, it feels like forever that they're sitting like that. That he cries for too long, some shame there he can't dispel, but not as strong as it might be. He should be stronger than that, a part of him can't help but think, that he's being silly, dumb-- even knowing neither of them would judge him. Even though he knows it's okay.
...and that helps him not to pull back or stop so quickly. Taking that comfort and warmth from the pair of them until he feels empty, drained. Until Inigo finally speaks up, Tidus lifting his head to them both. His cheeks wet, and he rubs at them and his eyes with the balls of his hands. ]
...M-mm. [ It's an agreement, if tiny, feeling strangely meek after such a display, a confession. He blinks, and still feels tears trapped in his lashes, lowers his head for a moment. ]
...Thank you. Both of you.
[ Because he needs to say it before anything else. ]
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...and that helps him not to pull back or stop so quickly. Taking that comfort and warmth from the pair of them until he feels empty, drained. Until Inigo finally speaks up, Tidus lifting his head to them both. His cheeks wet, and he rubs at them and his eyes with the balls of his hands. ]
...M-mm. [ It's an agreement, if tiny, feeling strangely meek after such a display, a confession. He blinks, and still feels tears trapped in his lashes, lowers his head for a moment. ]
...Thank you. Both of you.
[ Because he needs to say it before anything else. ]