The way Inigo perks up is reminiscent. It reminds Tidus of another time, another place--or is that his own stupid self? Going and thinking about Zanarkand, wishing he could show Inigo it - like he did with Yuna?

'Let's go to Zanarkand! We can all fly there! Then we'll have a big party at my place!'

All the promises he made her, the way he hoped to make her feel better. Promises he made that he had no way of fulfilling. But he wanted to see her cheer up. All he cared about was making her smile.

It hurts his heart, and it's the opposite of what Inigo's trying to do. Tidus knows. He doesn't blame him. It's not his fault. It's why Tidus is smiling, looking down at the space between them; Inigo's hand holding his, until he takes it after the seconds of silence grows. Gripping it, using it to anchor him, to stop the rising emotion from swallowing him. From letting it get the better of him, when- when they came here to avoid all this.

No tears. Not now. Not here.

"Right." He speaks, breathy, and then really with no thought behind what he does, Tidus takes the wine and starts drinking it down. Gulping it, letting it wash down him with a heat, a gasp coming as he finishes and knocks the mug onto the table. "Alright!"

He's building up. Trying to. Focus!

"I wanna buy junk food!" Oh- "Wait! First, your flower!"

Now he turns to Inigo with determination, his grip on his hand having eased.

"Then we're going shopping!"