The weight of Esteban pushes Tidus, but there's a train at his back to catch him, not taking either of them far. Their connection and the void slipping in the cracks clinging as well onto Tidus, numbing parts of him, but parts he was already ignoring, already worn down from this constant anchoring day after day. He's at least less wheezed than Esteban, arms around the other guy, letting him rest against him until he can or tries to find his own footing. There's no rush.

"Think about yourself for once." It's not a chide, but what's the point of asking about Tidus before himself? The guy who was actually in there, trying to wade through the void. A hand moves onto Esteban's shoulder, not urging him to move or look at him, but with a purpose.

"Tell me if you're gonna do something like that. I already tried - we can't. Not like this."