He's glad, really; he won't deny the other guy's desire to go out there and find people, knows Esteban wants to, just as much as him. So it's an appreciation that melt onto his face, a small nudge added by the playfulness Esteban adds.
Tidus owes him through this time, for sure, and he reaches for a shoulder, nodding with the gratitude spoken as well.
"Thanks." It's firm, genuine, a squeeze from his fingers, and then he lets go so he can ready his SCA. For the next part to get them going, whatever this experience will be.
"Okay, Trusting you, pretty boy." And there's a grin in it that isn't shown, but still in the delivery. He raises his SCA in indication. "All thoughts on me."
And he'll wait just for a moment, seeing that Esteban is following his wavelength - that he's getting a hand ready on the voidcraft, or near - before his presses the visible anchor symbol, and --
It's like they're in the luggage carriage again; like it, but not exactly the same. The grounded feeling under Tidus's feet disappearing, but he isn't falling, isn't floating; and he'll need Esteban to connect to him, to give him an anchor, to keep himself from becoming lost in that rush. For their emotions, their minds to link -- Tidus with some apprehension in his heart, a flutter of confusion for the sensations, but a grip to persevere through it; his mind, his trust in Esteban apparent, and the desperate impatience for his mind to start their journey into this unknown to find their friend.
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Tidus owes him through this time, for sure, and he reaches for a shoulder, nodding with the gratitude spoken as well.
"Thanks." It's firm, genuine, a squeeze from his fingers, and then he lets go so he can ready his SCA. For the next part to get them going, whatever this experience will be.
"Okay, Trusting you, pretty boy." And there's a grin in it that isn't shown, but still in the delivery. He raises his SCA in indication. "All thoughts on me."
And he'll wait just for a moment, seeing that Esteban is following his wavelength - that he's getting a hand ready on the voidcraft, or near - before his presses the visible anchor symbol, and --
It's like they're in the luggage carriage again; like it, but not exactly the same. The grounded feeling under Tidus's feet disappearing, but he isn't falling, isn't floating; and he'll need Esteban to connect to him, to give him an anchor, to keep himself from becoming lost in that rush. For their emotions, their minds to link -- Tidus with some apprehension in his heart, a flutter of confusion for the sensations, but a grip to persevere through it; his mind, his trust in Esteban apparent, and the desperate impatience for his mind to start their journey into this unknown to find their friend.