[ Tidus's brow meets at the centre, stitching, furrowing. Eyes looking straight at Inigo, but his gaze searching elsewhere with his mind. 'I wasn't asking for sex', 'I just wanted to cuddle'.
He doesn't bother to be a fish out of sea with his gums flapping open and closed uselessly, but he's just as lost. Did he miss something? Some piece of conversation? He can't get past what Inigo has said, what exactly he's saying, any other reaction than the blank confusion blocked from coming through. ]
...
...
... since... when?
[ 'Since when did the subject change from sex to cuddling'? ]
no subject
...
...
[ Tidus's brow meets at the centre, stitching, furrowing. Eyes looking straight at Inigo, but his gaze searching elsewhere with his mind. 'I wasn't asking for sex', 'I just wanted to cuddle'.
He doesn't bother to be a fish out of sea with his gums flapping open and closed uselessly, but he's just as lost. Did he miss something? Some piece of conversation? He can't get past what Inigo has said, what exactly he's saying, any other reaction than the blank confusion blocked from coming through. ]
...
...
... since... when?
[ 'Since when did the subject change from sex to cuddling'? ]