How did Nida get that from— It doesn't matter. It catches Tidus off-guard when he wants to do more than just sputter a laugh, knocks him off his rhythm, feet bumping into one another—side by side than one on top of another—before he can recover. He does thankfully, leaving it to only be a small blunder, one they can pick back up from easily enough.

But when there's a chance: "That was your fault," he's quick to blame, but not without cheer. Okay, maybe it was his fault too, but still. It's hard not to smile. There's a risk his face will hurt by the end of the night. "Yeah, gay guys did exist. And they would've loved to be dancing with a sports star too."

And doing other things too, but he wasn't going to actively encourage Nida.