"Huh?" There's a shift of tone in the voice talking, his chin lifting some off the hand it rests against. Tidus blinks, and sees a face -- Inigo, the structure of the café around them. Have they ever gone to this one before? He can't recall it, but he doesn't let it drag his attention away, giving Inigo a sheepish chuckle under his breath.

"What? I was listening. ...okay," okay, "I dozed a lil'. Everything's just been crazy lately; it must be getting to my head." That's it, that's all. But this, this is normal: the pair of them hanging out, talking about whatever. The threat of a headache behind his eyes, he might be able to shake it off.

"Why don't you repeat it?"