It's like giving up one disorientation for another, and Tidus doesn't know which he prefers. The blending of realities sweeping by and around him, or having one presence inside his head, and another right in front of him? He's glad anyway when Inigo goes along with him, asking a reasonable question. Starts to answer, as you do:

"It's a little complicated, but..."

But there's the shove, the eyeroll, and the judging remark from Esteban, just as the fingers touch at his skin, and-

And Tidus had managed to lift his head a few inches off the ground in his initial response, but then it slams back down - a knock that's dizzying, a sting for Esteban to suffer with him, as he's attacked from both sides. Inigo, no! Esteban, no!

"He's not-- kissing!"

Listen, to a beautiful and helpful reply that doesn't sound like the pained plea of a suffering youth. Tidus throws up his hands over his eyes, a frantic attempt to blot out his vision of Inigo -- and probably Esteban's too!!

'He's not my boyfriend!' Tidus takes the few seconds to say (brain say), nevermind that the closing in view of Inigo is still burned into his brain now, thanks to Esteban. Saying for real, in person: "Esteban's in my head! We're anchoring!"

And verbally, as well as on some inner level, there's a desperation in his words pleading, so please don't do anything because he knows it! Who speaking of, Tidus throws over to the half-elf following it: 'We're just friends - we just get toge-- we-- we're not a thing!'

So let Tidus just die here in his embarrassment. Why is this, what happened. Isn't he supposed to be doing something here?!