Auron makes a sound of recognition, soft and under his breath. He makes another, similar sound — of surprise, this time — when Tidus vaults himself up into his arms, finding without a doubt the most creative way to put them eye-to-eye. His arms close around his waist without thought, to keep him from slipping and to preserve his own sense of balance. Thankfully, Tidus's weight is negligible. Something he probably wouldn't thank him to be told, but it's easy for him to keep from losing his grip, spine straight, arms hardly straining. His heels are digging into his back.

He raises a single dark eyebrow; the one over his good eye. This close, his glasses don't hide much.

"This included?"