Tidus stays outside, refusing to cross the threshold between corridor and cabin. Watching, torn between a handful of different directions his feet want to go in yet refusing to pick any one. At least he knows where to watch and who, making out the worn pale set of Taiki's face from even where he stands, and--was that normal? Was it like that before? Didn't he notice?
"--No." But Tidus switches to Saku with that question, firm and sure, with little reason to be he realises, showing in his creasing features before he speaks. "I mean--our camp got surrounded the first night, so I moved him to the lab with Orange Team, and they got attacked there too. But I didn't see him get hurt. I would've healed him if he did. There were healers."
He was safe, as safe as anyone could have been. Right? But a guilt sets in anyway, though not for the better job he could've done if he was psychic or something. But the blood-sickness, blood-sickness--
The frown is etched deep into his face, and he takes a small step back.
"I didn't know," he lets out, apologetic and painful, heavy in his voice and demeanour. Saku would know already he wouldn't have--if there was something about him, his clothes, anything that would've harmed Taiki, he knows he wouldn't have been around him like that anyway, right? But Tidus can't help it, now that he knows. He grips at the fabric of his shirt, twisting it in his fist.
"Look after him, will you? He... he really missed you. You're the best medicine for him right now." But this isn't about him, and he doesn't want it to be. So he gives a light jest, an attempt to lift the edges of his mouth into a smile, before he looks down the hall towards the rest of the cars not the sleepers. "You want me to get you two anything? After I clean up?"
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"--No." But Tidus switches to Saku with that question, firm and sure, with little reason to be he realises, showing in his creasing features before he speaks. "I mean--our camp got surrounded the first night, so I moved him to the lab with Orange Team, and they got attacked there too. But I didn't see him get hurt. I would've healed him if he did. There were healers."
He was safe, as safe as anyone could have been. Right? But a guilt sets in anyway, though not for the better job he could've done if he was psychic or something. But the blood-sickness, blood-sickness--
The frown is etched deep into his face, and he takes a small step back.
"I didn't know," he lets out, apologetic and painful, heavy in his voice and demeanour. Saku would know already he wouldn't have--if there was something about him, his clothes, anything that would've harmed Taiki, he knows he wouldn't have been around him like that anyway, right? But Tidus can't help it, now that he knows. He grips at the fabric of his shirt, twisting it in his fist.
"Look after him, will you? He... he really missed you. You're the best medicine for him right now." But this isn't about him, and he doesn't want it to be. So he gives a light jest, an attempt to lift the edges of his mouth into a smile, before he looks down the hall towards the rest of the cars not the sleepers. "You want me to get you two anything? After I clean up?"