The pain smashes into him, not expecting it, and there's a tiny burst of colours across his eyes, trying just as much as Tidus is trying not to register anything on the blond's side because it's none of his business. They are not his memories to have and Esteban is so adamant about shoving them aside until Tidus adds his comments and the colours get replaced by the pure, rampant confusion, not his--

'I'm not doing anything!' The half-elf protests, indignant, because excuse him, he's back at the train and Tidus and Inigo are back-- Esteban doesn't even know where they are, just that there is a warm sunset and lots of colours lost underneath them. Yes, he knows there's a connection between the both of them, a transfer of actions, but that's why he'd been so adamant about shoving Tidus along, because clearly he hadn't been about to take his own hints, and Esteban figured he'd been worried about the presence in the back of his head.

Swallowed Gods and all four moons, he really shouldn't have-- it's not his place! He's going to behave now, promise! The panic, awkwardness is barely subsiding, but he's trying, and a deep, slow breath tries to push away the mountains of questions that he is not going to ask. He traces the wave on the bottle, remembering the first time he's met Tidus, the door that he couldn't open and the ticket that he'd been just kind of shoving at the wood without knowledge or concept of the technology the train used at all.