Inigo doesn't move. Doesn't even realise what's going on. He just stands there, his thoughts still spiralling further and further down into the familiar pit of self loathing, too overwhelming to let him do anything else but stand there as he desperately tries to fend them off before they become too much. Before any of it starts to show.

(Little does Inigo know that it's already showing very much to someone as familiar with his habits and tendencies as Tidus.)

He looks up, ready to try to go, move on from this spot now it feels like it's been cursed by his dumb tomfoolery that hurt Tidus.