Auron doesn't bother fussing or refusing to cooperate, at least, not this time — It wouldn't do much in his favor, now that Tidus is tugging at the fastenings on his pants curiously while he figures out how to get them loose. He isn't inclined to open his mouth and go giving away his secrets. He usually isn't. That's a part of the problem, his refusal to budge in the face of Tidus's wondering curiosity. But he isn't giving this up when he's giving everything else up; letting the last of his modesty unravel beneath sure hands.

It's what gets him to place both of his own hands on Tidus's bare thighs, fingers tucked against the soft, smooth skin behind his knees, like he's trying to keep him from moving too far away. Like he wasn't the one who was made to promise he'd stay here with him.

He didn't need to do this to prove it. But he's already said that.

"That's not an answer."

Not that he can say much. Ambiguity is his cornerstone, these days.