[ Tidus watches the pair of them, if not too intimately. Yeah, he knows about what they have going on, and was even banking some small amount of Inigo swapping from him to Roland, but... ...

He swings his gaze back to the table, giving them their moment until the conversation becomes relevant to him again. And at the remark about contact, the patting on Inigo's arms, Tidus's face sours. ]

Are we sure this isn't some weird void dream? Maybe we fell asleep really close to each other, and now...we're in a world that runs off of hugs.

And -- [ his nose wrinkles ] -- ruled by gods.

[ That's two elements from two of them. Who knows what Roland added? The books? Probably the books and law and whatever else that makes a city. ]