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Okay.

[ Compromise agreed to. A deal made. It's easy to pretend there's a real night with the hush now coming between them, a little like when the two of them were out on the planet Nion, but without the light drumming of the rain above their heads. When it's dark, you can pretend a lot of things.

But Tidus is alright with this. Less cramped conditions would be nice, not everyone as comfortable or sure about just swinging arms around their guy friends, even now. But Tidus doesn't mind what they have now, his arm tucked in by his chest, knowing Inigo sounded better than he did before. And that last is what counts. ]

Don't have any funny dreams.

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[ There's no protest to that last part other than a small huff.

And then Inigo just goes quiet. Because for all the trouble he has with sleeping most of the time - sleeping too light, the constant nightmares, the worrying in his head that keeps him from falling asleep too quickly.. All of it fades whenever he sleeps like this. Just being close to someone. Knowing he isn't alone, but that someone he cares for is right next to him.

He's not alone. Even if yet another platform day brought him pain-- he's not alone. Not alone.

It doesn't take long at all for Inigo to have drifted off already, his breath slowing and then evening out as a telltale sign. ]