Honesty is never an easy face to confront. The appearance it takes, who it's spoken from; Tidus has never learned to deal with it from men like Roland, so for whatever emotion that bubbles in his gut from Roland's sincerity - 'You're good. If I ever met him, I'd tell him that' -, Tidus doesn't meet it, doesn't acknowledge it except in the way his eyes dip, the press of his mouth.
The humidity of the jungle clings on like plastic wrap, an uncomfortable restriction in every step, in every working muscle. Their mission, the jungle itself however, is an afterthought, less burdening than the stifling subject of themselves. Their family. The future.
He understands Roland's hesitance. Stops now himself. What is it for him to say? But, even the wishes he had now, when he thinks about what's waiting for him. A father he never really knew.
"I wish-" Tidus starts, stopped in his steps, facing a jungle ground. An honest hard to spit out for anyone else when he half-acknowledged it to himself. "I wish I knew my old man. I wish I knew more what he was like. Your kid..."
His fingers twists into fists, embarrassed making him more flushed than any climate could.
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The humidity of the jungle clings on like plastic wrap, an uncomfortable restriction in every step, in every working muscle. Their mission, the jungle itself however, is an afterthought, less burdening than the stifling subject of themselves. Their family. The future.
He understands Roland's hesitance. Stops now himself. What is it for him to say? But, even the wishes he had now, when he thinks about what's waiting for him. A father he never really knew.
"I wish-" Tidus starts, stopped in his steps, facing a jungle ground. An honest hard to spit out for anyone else when he half-acknowledged it to himself. "I wish I knew my old man. I wish I knew more what he was like. Your kid..."
His fingers twists into fists, embarrassed making him more flushed than any climate could.
"You can't give a kid too much."