Tidus turns his fingers and grasps each side of his glasses frame in his fingers, lifting them up and out of the way now instead. He smiles again, face close, breath still near his skin as he presses his lips against the scar tissue running down and over his eye. It's weird, thick and a little hard. He doesn't have scars. He's never touched Auron's or Jecht's. He never knew they'd feel like this.

"Yeah. You're an adult, Auron. You get it, don't you?"

To him, it's obvious. He's done this song and dance any number of times with strangers, teammates, numerous adoring fans and the like. His heart is on his sleeve and he knows it. His intention should be clear. He pushes his glasses so they rest on Auron's head then runs his fingers through tufts of salt and pepper hair.

"Unless you're gonna push me away."