He'd look at him if not for the head that comes on his shoulder, but instead Tidus laughs, a small thing against his lips, behind his teeth. A stupid smile on his face that should be otherwise with their conversation seconds ago. But he can't help it. The head on his shoulder--it feels like a genuine move, nothing hiding behind it. And Tidus hopes that true.

"What, 'cause I got it wrong? What'd I get wrong?" Hey, he tried his best here! Some titles are way too long. "Pah, I'll just call you Inigo. How about that? Gonna throw me in the sea now?"

As a treat?