Oh no. Sweet Naga, that warning came just a moment too late, didn't it? Thankfully it was just a pile of small debris, rather than something dangerous that could actually have crushed the other guy.

Inigo watches as Tidus tries to shake the soot out of his hair, and then just drops his own shovel for a moment - look, one minute more or less of shovelling is not going to break this entire mission, okay - to wander over to the other guy's side, reaching up and using his fingers to pick a few more small pieces of debris out of Tidus's hair.

Don't mind him over here. Just small intimate bro things.

"And then what if there were people who were really in trouble, but you had a big blitzball game at the same time?"

It's not really a serious question. After all, Inigo doesn't mean to make this conversation any more serious than it is right now. It's just to have something to idly chat about while they work.

Or currently more like while Tidus works and Inigo works on Tidus's hair.