With all three of them-- well, two and a half-- standing, this is really not in Esteban's cup of tea, and it itches something fierce between his shoulders. (Anywhere he can't stretch his wings get him shifty-- something he'd never considered before he'd been on a train like this, the rooms so small, the space so little. He always, always misses the wide saltgrass plains, misses the sea of them shifting in the wind.)
He has to shake his head lightly to brush his thoughts aside, then huff as his first reaction is to want to stare to distract himself. He's nosy, but not that kind of nosy, and Tidus' and Inigo's privacy is their own. Esteban is just passing by.
That said-- Tidus asked him a question aaaaaand... Yeah, no, he didn't think this through, did he? He shuffles, unsure, before nodding-- they'll need to get Inigo standing for at least a few seconds, and he can't adjust him like that.
"Gimme a hand? I think he's 'sleep." Or at least, he has been out of it enough that the difference is too minimal to really notice. Maneuvering Inigo back to the bed is at least going to take Tidus' help, and Esteban is careful to face away from it, and make it at least easy to let him flop back onto the mattress. Then, as gently as he can, he lets Inigo shift down, mindful not to move too fast.
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With all three of them-- well, two and a half-- standing, this is really not in Esteban's cup of tea, and it itches something fierce between his shoulders. (Anywhere he can't stretch his wings get him shifty-- something he'd never considered before he'd been on a train like this, the rooms so small, the space so little. He always, always misses the wide saltgrass plains, misses the sea of them shifting in the wind.)
He has to shake his head lightly to brush his thoughts aside, then huff as his first reaction is to want to stare to distract himself. He's nosy, but not that kind of nosy, and Tidus' and Inigo's privacy is their own. Esteban is just passing by.
That said-- Tidus asked him a question aaaaaand... Yeah, no, he didn't think this through, did he? He shuffles, unsure, before nodding-- they'll need to get Inigo standing for at least a few seconds, and he can't adjust him like that.
"Gimme a hand? I think he's 'sleep." Or at least, he has been out of it enough that the difference is too minimal to really notice. Maneuvering Inigo back to the bed is at least going to take Tidus' help, and Esteban is careful to face away from it, and make it at least easy to let him flop back onto the mattress. Then, as gently as he can, he lets Inigo shift down, mindful not to move too fast.