Gerome just didn't know what he could do to help. Inigo was so good at just laughing things off that it was often times hard to realise that there was something wrong until it was too late. If it hadn't been for the others actions earlier, he may never have even realised. It hadn't been the way he'd been tackled in the rain. It had been the hug later. They didn't hug. That wasn't something Gerome was used to doing with... anyone. Least of all with Inigo. But knowing what he knew now, he could understand why...

He felt a sudden wave of anger toward the person who had hurt Inigo. It was a good thing they had left when he had appeared. If he had remained, Gerome may have been forced to do something... uncivilised.

Gerome lifted a hand and covered his mouth for a moment, brows furrowing as he frowned down at the plant in front of him, trying to think past that anger.

"... How...?" He asked then. "... Do I approach him... Without him running away behind his smile?"