Rare does he find himself posed with such a question, if at all. His arm still loose yet weighted against Tidus's shoulders, slung like two friends just talking about the troubles of lives intertwined. The older man takes his time to answer, and if it were regular days, he would have dismissed it completely.

But this was not a regular day, nor was Tidus just a regular person. The boy seated next to him has more than enough pull for Roland to address his question honestly; he cares about him and what he thinks, what he should know even if unearthing the words to say to Tidus are not as easy as denying them totally. Roland won't take his time, lets whatever tone that comes naturally ebb and flow.

"Yeah. From time to time." A slight, almost nonexistent twitch of his shoulder when he opens his mouth. "I try not to linger, though."