How is he meant to fight a retort like that? I am looking after my friend. Right now. Tidus would, of course he would, but not like this, but his exhaustion doesn't stop the twitch of his shoulders in humour, the shake of his head he would otherwise give not following suit.

But stupid, 'course Tidus knows Inigo is. He doesn't doubt that.

The light push still gets him, his shifting stopping when Inigo stops, but Tidus submits to the command anyway, the demand, the bossy telling and not asking or whatever you want to call it, letting his weight drop the rest of the way onto the bed. His eyes closed, legs hanging off the bed; but it's comfortable anyway. Tidus does't care.

"He needed help. I told you...I'm fine. I'll be fine. Go see him. Remember what I said." Find Light. Better her to make sure his wounds weren't currently reopening, weren't weakly healed or worse. The other guy was more important, but he knew Inigo would fuss--he would too if the roles were reversed, wouldn't he?

"Look after yourself too."