Tidus's arm falls behind Inigo, his hand finding the sand when the other guy sits up. He watches him, confused at what's suddenly going on, if he isn't currently overthinking himself into a headache (he gets it, that happens to him often).

Except--it's not that, not at all, even if Tidus's puzzled staring continues with the poke, and then-- well, no. He doesn't get it straight away, when that part of their conversation was just about forgotten under the drowning and weird dream chatter.

He smiles, funny and amused, keeping his arms back behind him now, leaning his weight on his shoulders.

"This coming from the guy who couldn't take a compliment 'cause he thinks he isn't as good as his sister?"

Not to call you out Inigo, but Tidus is calling you out, smirk in his tone and all.