Ah, now he's laughing. It's that laugh of his that's a little mocking, a little hollow. A laugh that holds no joy, but a laugh all the same. It means he's at least okay, not too rustled by Tidus. There's some variables here even HE isn't prepared for, so he's just a little bit wary.

Auron might not know it clearly, but Tidus needs him. Auron is all he has and all he will have for a while. He can't predict his future in Spira and the friends and family he will make there. He can only see what's in front of him and that narrow, close future is Auron and Auron only. Some passing faces, teammates that pat him on the back, he can't deny their existence, but Auron's the closest thing he has, as far as he can see. That's why he's here, grasping him greedily, holding onto a future with some comfort and light. A future where Tidus is important, not just Tidus the Blitzball Champ.

He feels the smile pressed against his skin and he pushes his cheek against his temple more firmly, half turned so his lips are brushed against his hair. His hands squeeze and Tidus sighs and sinks further into him, happy to have the mood return so quickly. He stays still and revels in being held so closely for as long as it lasts.

Then, Auron moves and grasps his arms. With no protest, he follows him down, settling on top of him. He slides up him enough to stay nose to nose with him, smiling with his eyes as he shares a gaze with him, just soaking in the moment.