Jecht frowned, although it wasn't out of disappointment from Auron's revelations. All he had ever wanted was for the boy to grow a backbone for himself. Understand that there was a time and place for tears. But when there were things that you loved, people you wanted to protect -- showing weakness wasn't the way to go about it. He knew full well how hard he had been on the boy. Because of his lack of compassion, an uncrossable rift separated the two of them for the entirety of Jecht's natural life. It hadn't been until he was pulled away from Spira that he realized that... maybe Tidus really hadn't seen how much he had loved him.

Now he was confused. "Whaddaya mean, saw me?" he asked carefully, his eyes narrowing slightly. His attention was pulled down to his hands as he flexed and loosened them into fists. He surely would have remembered seeing his son grown up -- it isn't something that you forget that easily. Auron must have meant those sphere recordings that they'd left -- right? Right?

Jecht's train of thought (which was usually easily de-railed anyway) was interrupted by the cheerful desk girl coming in, armed with a label-less bottle of dark liquid, and two glasses.

As it was placed down, he muttered a half-hearted thanks, obviously less cheerful then when he had first entered Actua Are.