Welcome to Tidus's favourite pastime, Esteban: filling dead air. An extra comfort, to make Inigo feel at home. The little bits and pieces that of home that Tidus will concede that the train's become - the friends within it. The people that others come to call family.
(He'll never give this credit to the train. It has nothing to do with it - it's just a side effect, a one good thing or five to come out of a terrible mess.)
"You sound tired." He could tease Inigo, but his concern comes out first; Tidus pulling back his hand on Esteban's arm to find Inigo's, giving it a rub. He lets out a small breath. "Everything's fine now, so we'll take you to bed in a sec, okay? You know what - when you're feeling better, you can do Esteban a favour." Amusement lifts into his tone. "The guy loves tearing his shirts. Think you can do something about them?"
What's better than normalcy? Like they hadn't nearly just lost Inigo - and everyone else - entirely, or that there's more people to go save.
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(He'll never give this credit to the train. It has nothing to do with it - it's just a side effect, a one good thing or five to come out of a terrible mess.)
"You sound tired." He could tease Inigo, but his concern comes out first; Tidus pulling back his hand on Esteban's arm to find Inigo's, giving it a rub. He lets out a small breath. "Everything's fine now, so we'll take you to bed in a sec, okay? You know what - when you're feeling better, you can do Esteban a favour." Amusement lifts into his tone. "The guy loves tearing his shirts. Think you can do something about them?"
What's better than normalcy? Like they hadn't nearly just lost Inigo - and everyone else - entirely, or that there's more people to go save.