Inigo is so tired. Of fussing. Worrying. It's practically been a constant drumbeat in his head the past few days, coupled with the uneasiness of the thought of whether or not all of this is going to ever get back to normal. Will Tidus ever come out of that room to face him again? Is Inigo trying to do too much, or is he actually doing too little in trying to respect Tidus's space?
He has no idea. He has no idea just how badly Tidus may be doing right now, and it's driving him crazy. Inigo is good at soothing, at hugs, at saying everything nice possible to try and make someone feel better. But waiting - that's something he's no good at at all.
And so his fussing turns elsewhere, trying to seek a target that he can at least help. Trying to focus on something he can do, rather than on everything he can't.
And thankfully - or maybe not, since it'd be better if he didn't have to fuss in the first place - there's an easy target for it. Someone who has noticably been overworking himself the past few days. Inigo tried spending more time with Roland, keeping him company, making sure he was at least eating, but nothing seems to fully keep the other off work.
Which means he'll have to bring in the big guns.
And that means barging into the new library, finding the table Roland seems to practically have claimed as his personal desk with how much time he spends at it, and just latching onto the guy's arm. ]
Father.
[ You know something is up when he uses that right off the bat rather than just saying Roland's name. He may even be playing up the puppy eyes here a little, but.. look. It's for a good cause.
And as a fellow notorious overworker when it comes to specific circumstances, Inigo knows exactly what to say to grab the attention of someone like that. ]
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Inigo is so tired. Of fussing. Worrying. It's practically been a constant drumbeat in his head the past few days, coupled with the uneasiness of the thought of whether or not all of this is going to ever get back to normal. Will Tidus ever come out of that room to face him again? Is Inigo trying to do too much, or is he actually doing too little in trying to respect Tidus's space?
He has no idea. He has no idea just how badly Tidus may be doing right now, and it's driving him crazy. Inigo is good at soothing, at hugs, at saying everything nice possible to try and make someone feel better. But waiting - that's something he's no good at at all.
And so his fussing turns elsewhere, trying to seek a target that he can at least help. Trying to focus on something he can do, rather than on everything he can't.
And thankfully - or maybe not, since it'd be better if he didn't have to fuss in the first place - there's an easy target for it. Someone who has noticably been overworking himself the past few days. Inigo tried spending more time with Roland, keeping him company, making sure he was at least eating, but nothing seems to fully keep the other off work.
Which means he'll have to bring in the big guns.
And that means barging into the new library, finding the table Roland seems to practically have claimed as his personal desk with how much time he spends at it, and just latching onto the guy's arm. ]
Father.
[ You know something is up when he uses that right off the bat rather than just saying Roland's name. He may even be playing up the puppy eyes here a little, but.. look. It's for a good cause.
And as a fellow notorious overworker when it comes to specific circumstances, Inigo knows exactly what to say to grab the attention of someone like that. ]
Do you have a moment? I need you.