Fingers fumbling as they weave and twine, Inigo isn't the only one to hold on like a vice. Tidus digs in just as well; unyielding, seeking support just as much as it offers it back. This is tough for the both of them. This life they've been assigned, its hardships, their losses. Losing friends they love, platonically or more- and Tidus knows without a doubt, they love each other too.

And they want nothing else but an unmalleable rock when the other needs it. No matter what the action is, what's necessary to be done. Tidus's throat tight from a gesture made and a lost love remembered. But when Inigo takes his hand like that, it feels as much for him as it might be for Inigo. He's sure it is. And it gives him confidence - it's reassuring. His skin not as burning from some mix of shame from nearly hurting Inigo, the uncertainty of a gesture meant for someone else, to be offered lightly.

But- it's not so bad. Not when he has Inigo here. With him, here for him, as much as he's there for the other.

And that unspoken yet reciprocated understanding eases how tightly they cling to each other, no longer needed. But they hold on, together, side-by-side as friends. Brothers maybe, even - two guys unwilling to let go of the other, no matter what's ahead. No mater what awaits.

Tidus laughs over his own beating heart, the adrenaline of the situation; of what they're pushing through and past. At Inigo's antics matching with his, and more so.

"How'm I supposed to know how to answer that? Hahaha, c'mon-! You're too good at this! You make me sound like I'm about to carry you off on a ride!"

A ride into the sky. He swings their arms once, imagining it -- two seagulls, and a sea-blue sky.