Tidus is frowning, not even from the nudge to his side, but continuing from the subject that's his own creation; from the last of what Inigo says. But he knows that he's being needlessly negative, and that he can't exactly voice why he doesn't like it; yet, even if he can't-

"I don't like that." He says it, anyway, a little less whiny than the rest had come out, something earnest in the remark. I don't want to fix problems. It's not Inigo's fault though, and he knows this can go nowhere positive - it harks onto an older issue he had, coming onto this train; trying to do more than he knew -, so he brings out his ticket from his arms band. Takes a deep, huffy breath to stop being a downer.

"You tell the train what's for!"

... He looks at his ticket, then Inigo's.

"...You wanna use your ticket?"

Does it matter?