[ Inigo was driving on the seat of his pants here, but apparently he somehow managed to pull off his goal all the same. Even if the other is still looking a bit pouty, there's no more actually defeated sulking, and it leaves Inigo staring at Tidus for a moment with pink cheeks as the impact of his action dawns on him.

But then it just starts to blossom into a wild happiness in his chest, and it makes him smile. ]

That sounds more like the Tidus I know! [ He laughs. ] If it won't care about our suggestions, we don't have to care about the dumb things it does.