[ Inigo lets out a breath, gaze moving, but still not towards Tidus. Instead he glances off to the side at some greenery. How come that it actually somehow feels more embarrassing when Tidus is talking about this than the initial subject of their conversation? The idea of just going to find someone else who does want to spend the night with him feels so desperate. He hates it.

So he quickly shakes his head. ]

It's fine. Really. It's not as if instead just spending the night sleeping by myself in my tent is going to kill me. [ He tries to roll his eyes, make this seem lighter, like he isn't as embarrassed as he feels right now, but it doesn't quite look convincing.

Because while it won't kill him, Inigo knows he's going to lie awake thinking about all this rather than actually sleeping.

Maybe that's what Tidus is worried about him doing, huh. ]

You don't have to fix anything, or try to arrange anything else like this.