He expects the bite, anticipates it... but it doesn't come. Instead, the soft weigh of Auron's forehead settles on his shoulder. He can feel the frown lines of his forehead furrowed against his bare skin. He looks at him, almost concerned.

Did he really embarrass him this time? How can he be upset when they're pressed so close together? It's so warm... so nice.

Tidus lets his grip go gentle and lifts a hand up, resting a hand on the back of Auron's head before running it down the back of his neck, over the tie of his ponytail. He starts stroking his hair with a definitive fondness, tilting his head to rest his cheek against Auron's temple.

"It feels really good, Auron."