[ If only he had the focus and absence of background noise to pick up tones; as it is, he's still heading for a better spot for speaking, but he catches something about Team and figures what she means. ]

Blue Team? Yeah, they're managing! We got crabs too-- 'n' things with shark heads and stupid oversized squids! Nothing disappears--it's a mess!

[ He's trying for a joke, and finally, the noise on his end dulls some as he finds the shade of the trees. Tidus inhales, exhales, bringing the SCA as close to his ear while keeping it angled for his mouth. ]

I miss you. [ It's what he's hated most of all being here. There's a heaviness in his chest and there's so much more he feels like he wants to say, though there isn't the time for it. ] We're going to see each other soon!

[ But that--that he'll hope and assure, even if soon isn't soon enough. ]