Auron looks down like he's looking for something before meeting his eyes, pushing his fingers beneath his waistband, and then abruptly taking his hands from his body and leaning away; he needs the room to get his own clothes off, helping like he was asked to only because Tidus already took back his request. With the fastenings untied, it's just a matter of pulling away the plates of hardened leather and setting them on the floor with the rest of his things.

The movement brings him close again, one hand palm-down over the flat space above Tidus's tailbone so that he doesn't lose his balance when he's forced to lean backwards to accommodate.

They're nearly even.

"Satisfied?"