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With the sudden space he is being given once more, Inigo inhales and exhales deeply a few times, trying to get his flustered mess of a mind back under control. Some of the redness vanishes off his face, though it's not like he's looking exactly 100% normal again - apparently it needs a few more moments to fully fade.

But at least he feels a tad calmer. And he feels like it's necessary to feel that way right now - how else is he going to reassure his bro that he's fine, huh?

It enables him to smile a little at that last part of what Tidus says, this time letting Inigo lean a bit closer to where Tidus is sitting.

"Well, you did ask me if I wanted to make out, and I think you have to take responsibility for that sort of thing.."

[blitzcheer]

..He did, didn't he? And something more, but maybe a bro needs to be (delicate) slow-going with these things, not rush into more than feels right in a particular moment; and for this moment, what feels right is leaning over to Inigo, planting a kiss onto his lips. A lingering kiss that turns into another, then another, before Tidus puts a hand on Inigo's shoulder and takes his lips back, just a bit.

"Come over here." Now's not the time to be a bit closer, but a lot closer. Tidus will guide Inigo to where he wants him (if he has to), an empty lap that shouldn't be empty, 'cause make-out time is on.

(And so is show off time.)