[ Is Roland really okay, though? Inigo hasn't often seen Roland thrown off balance like this. He really can only think of the time on the island. Hell, even back when Roland's leg was bleeding, he looked like he was doing better than he is right now.

But what good is calling Roland out on it when Inigo is obviously trying to deal with it in the very same way? Shoving everything down. Hoping it will go away as long as you don't acknowledge it, don't burden others with it.

His gaze falls on the pile of packages, spotting a smaller one with his name on it.

He grabs it before holding it out to Roland. ]

This.. is Tidus's too. Or.. well.. [ His voice awkwardly trails off as he tries to steel himself enough to be able to talk without bursting out into tears all over again. ] It's from both of us. Tidus and I. He had the idea, and I used my points, and... um. It's from us. To you.

[ If Roland opens it, he'll find a book about his country's version of football. ]

I-- I know that if Tidus were here right now, he'd say something like "enjoy it, old man," so.. um, enjoy it. Old man. [ He should probably at least make his voice a little more spirited while trying to imitate Tidus, but it feels so hard with his current mood hanging heavily over him. ]