"Hey, it's nice." Tidus is grinning, amused - but charmed? "Not sure I like the idea being put with the fussy kinds, but I'll take your worry. Thanks."

Teddy cares. Tidus leans back on the airbed he's been sitting on, propping himself by his arms behind him. He doesn't miss the obvious in that remark there, though. Some people think of it as being trapped. But he knows not the sound judging when he asks, just curious:

"You don't mind being here?"

Would a guy who doesn't remember himself mind?