He does, if with a hesitance this time more born from her words than his own. But Tidus finds her eyes when he comes to face her, then shifting when the weight of them--from just looking at them--becomes awkward, hard.

When did he become the kind of person to have those things said to him? When did he get like this...?

"...I really screwed up, D," he confesses; rolling his lips and looking aside. More he wants to say, but doesn't dare.