Tidus is a fluster in his own mind, wanting to grab at Esteban's attention, but pulling away before there's a touch. He focuses on the darkness of his eyelids, his palms beyond those. But Inigo is talking, and so he can't get lost; hears at least the noise of Inigo moving away, and confirming it when he brings down his hands. A pouting, suffering expression pulling on his face, his brow frowning along with his mouth.

He's a buzz of sulking embarrassment as he gets up, first on his butt. Gibbs, always present within Tidus's heart, just seems present. An extra link that can be noticed iside Tidus himself; seemingly oblivious, or indifferent, to all this huff and drama around him. It's a day ending in day, and instead, the higgledy calls for the higgledy in Inigo's own heart, brightening their lifelines.

"R-right." But back to the dumb boys side. Tidus picks himself onto his feet now, readying to take Inigo's hands. The closest to calm he's been for the last few seconds, if still far from it. Colour to his cheeks, to his mind. "I think I just... have you take you back now. Lead you back?" How, he isn't quite sure, and he thinks at Esteban. 'Is this your turn?'

Do you help us back? But from the touch, from the thinking of Esteban at the train, the world around himself and Inigo is starting to blot, to watercolour; to become slowly absorbed by a kaleidoscope of colouring as Tidus focuses on a return.