Does he have anything he can give Inigo, for his blotchy face? But trying to think through his inventory for anything useful leads Tidus to ponder 'scarfs?', and he probably shouldn't go offering Inigo one of those while he's talking. Stiill, it's a distracting sight, and Tidus hopes that nothing marks his own cheeks; his eyes just a little too wet, but managing to keep from breaking out into anything more.

The knot in him eases some too; that rock in his throat, the restraints around his ribcage and tightening in. Even while the wry joke pains him to hear, and the idea of Inigo hiding himself away in this dinky little passage, too.

But they don't have to do that. They don't have to hide.

"I wanna...," he starts, slow and thoughtfully, then begins again following a pause, "I don't wanna think about the train. I don't wanna think about anything." So- "Let's pretend we're travellers. Real travellers. Let's just stop thinking about everything and look around, and--just forget it for a while. Until we have to go back. Let's be happy," he says on a lower note, after an inspired fervency taking over his voice for the first time in a while. Hopeful. Yearning.

To not be them for a time, or not the them they are now. Instead--just people. Just normal living, breathing people. Not thinking about the last week or the future, or anything else. Nothing else but them.