"If you're sure I'm not in the way. I don't mind walking to my bed..." It was far, he was tired and ached, he would make it if he had to. He had his own brand of stubbornness.

If Tidus did insist, he'd approach the bed carefully, and sit on the edge of it.

"I don't want you to have to go out of your way." He looked like he needed to eat, and Ichigo had told him as much.