This isn't the time where just a hand will do. He squeezes it back anyway, but he leans in his head against Inigo's, nuzzling the side of his forehead, the strands of their hair between their skin.

"Wanna ruin that toilet? ... Or we can take the cups to the kitchen and make too much candy floss."

He speaks it quiet, affectionately, an exchange just for the two of them. No one else around to hear them, but even if someone were to pass through, Tidus wouldn't acknowledge them.