[ He wasn't expecting those little kisses, and after the surprise of them, his cheeks pinch with warmth, a goofy excited commotion bubbling in his stomach.

And even though it means losing her head against his arm, Tidus slowly takes it away, wraps it around her shoulders and brings her to rest in the crook of his side, her face now closer to his than a bed of hair.

His hand finding hers, weaving fingers as one. ]

You too, [ he says with a laugh in his voice. ] Whatever you want or I want--we'll tell each other, let the other know. We'll talk to each other about everything.

[ And because he can't help it, can't wait--he plants a small kiss on her cheek, under her eye, a quick little thing. ]

Does that sound good?