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... Sure.

[ He could joke, he could tease. Question Inigo about what he means, and maybe Tidus should. Just to be sure, than to let in the little doubt that has room to exist in what Inigo's asking.

But it's late, and Tidus doesn't want to sweat the details. If it's this, the two of them sharing the night, or if it's this, the words and connection that's passed between them -- Tidus is fine with either. Though, less of the pain and heartbreak and frustration would be nice.

No. No sweating the details. ]

Good night, Inigo.

[ He'd take more of this, as long as it's about them. ]

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[ It's easier, anyway. Not asking about the details. Because while Inigo may have mostly been intending them lying here together like this, with physical contact and sharing what lives in their hearts, it may have been something bigger than that at the same time. Just a desire for them to not part, even though it feels like it'll inevitably have to happen at some point.

But he tries to not think about it. Instead just allows himself to drift further into sleep, trying to shut down his brain the best he can. ]

.. good night, Tidus..

[ His voice already sounds more sleepy.

But he doesn't let go of the hand. He's still holding it, even by the time Inigo's breath slows down and evens out, obviously having fallen asleep. It's always been easier for him to do that with someone else by his side, compared to how often anxious thoughts keep him up when he's alone. ]