You keep your disgusting work threats to yourself, pal...!

But also, don't think you're keeping your letter--love-wise, poem, whatever--to yourself. ...at least not willingly. Tidus takes a quick peek to see what Roland is doing, a visual of the task, then turning back to the water afterwards. But then the curiosity of what he's writing get Tidus to attempt to slowly lean back and aside...to see what it is he's looping away on there...

Except Roland's writing is kinda as awful as always, and the distance between them doesn't help. And not when then Roland is slipping over the offering, getting Tidus to snap his gaze in the opposite direction.

He doesn't know if Roland actually caught him with that offer, but it's embarrassing--embarrassing what Roland says, well-meaning, but the flair of his old title rubs him wrong right now. Like someone looking back on a past accomplishment marred by time or events. What did a guy like him have to be proud of?

"Nah, I'm fine," he dismisses easily, casually, nothing to it. Fine with leaving it there, but if he can't be nosy by being sneaky, he's just going to outright ask-

"What're you writing?"