☀ @seventheaven : “i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.” ☀ CARING FOR STUBBORN TIIDA : accepting
The bowl was warming his hands, the material hot against still wet skin. The gaze lifts with no difficulty, finding her eyes and examining them with curiosity, mixed with stupor. He’s just not used to it. To that concept, but not to that kindness -- he’s experienced many, many times, and each single one of them has felt like a gentle, soothing and comforting wave, a soft constant press embracing his whole heart and chest. This time isn’t much different; if anything, he finds it even more gentle than some other past treatments he’s undergone.
Something tells him Tifa taught he needed that type of comfort. It would not be the honest truth. Tidus feels fine, and the tiny coat of sweat covering his forehead and heads is nothing worthy of concern -- at least for him, at least not in an excessive measure. But he gladly accepts the soup, nodding once as if to thank the girl, and watches her sitting across the small room. ❛ You know you didn’t have to, right ? ❜ he tries to bring up the subject again, yet in vain: knowing her, she’d have brushed it off as nothing much. And truly, he can’t disagree. It’s a simple meal, yet the smell is nice, and instinctively brings a smile on his face.
Man, but does he look that tired and proved to her ? He thinks, in silence, eyeing, at last, the dish. The last time someone has cooked something like that for him, out of concern, he probably had been half as tall as he is now -- and perhaps, twice as fragile-looking. Food remains food, it cannot be wasted. Oh, what a lucky thing it is that he finds himself hungry, all of a sudden ! Lucky, yet not odd in the slightest.
❛ Then... ❜ he’s unsure what to do exactly. Eating with an audience can be awkward, at times, so he focuses on something else. Tidus’ eyes meet hers again, ❛ I won’t make you wait a lot, promise. Thank you ! ❜ and with another nod of his head and shinier expression, he makes the little spoon she’s offered him twirl in his hand. She’s as stubborn as he is, she’s right when she mentioned she wouldn’t have left till the plate is emptied.
