Tidus doesn't need to give his next decision much thought: just a second to consider the approach, then to remember the communication device in his trouser pocket. He slips it out, gives it a wave.

"These let you keep in contact, right? I haven't messed with it much, but you ever wanna do something or get take-out, you should let me know. I haven't got as much going on as a medic." He says it playfully, friendly. "And I don't have a career to jump into. ...but to be honest, I just wanna take it easy for a while."

He is going to live off that pocket money so hard.