Because Inigo doesn't want to move from this spot either. He can feel some of the higgledies around him shifting, finding better places to sit on him as they adjust to Inigo and Roland's new embracing position. But it's not as important as the feeling of the embrace itself. Sure, everything still feels heavy. Even now. It's hard to completely ward off the way his heart is weighed down by Gerome's departure, by the way it reminds him of earlier ones.
But at least this helps somewhat. Roland's arms around him. Protective, caring. That small kiss on his head. That comfort of a parent trying to take some of the weight of the world away from you that Inigo used to cherish, and then long for once he didn't have it anymore.
But he knows this can't go on forever. He's already taken up so much time of Roland's day. He's already received gifts. He can't keep hogging everything like this.
So after what feels like an eternity, he just mumbles, ".. thank you, father." So quiet that it's barely audible. "I will, um.. I'll go nap. I'm sure I'll feel better after."
Not right away. But he'll have a bit more energy, at least enough to pretend he's somewhat better. At least enough to smile for the people he cares about, so they won't worry about him too much.
Maybe Jumblie settling even more firmly into his heart while he sleeps will help fill up its dark corners with sunlight.
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Because Inigo doesn't want to move from this spot either. He can feel some of the higgledies around him shifting, finding better places to sit on him as they adjust to Inigo and Roland's new embracing position. But it's not as important as the feeling of the embrace itself. Sure, everything still feels heavy. Even now. It's hard to completely ward off the way his heart is weighed down by Gerome's departure, by the way it reminds him of earlier ones.
But at least this helps somewhat. Roland's arms around him. Protective, caring. That small kiss on his head. That comfort of a parent trying to take some of the weight of the world away from you that Inigo used to cherish, and then long for once he didn't have it anymore.
But he knows this can't go on forever. He's already taken up so much time of Roland's day. He's already received gifts. He can't keep hogging everything like this.
So after what feels like an eternity, he just mumbles, ".. thank you, father." So quiet that it's barely audible. "I will, um.. I'll go nap. I'm sure I'll feel better after."
Not right away. But he'll have a bit more energy, at least enough to pretend he's somewhat better. At least enough to smile for the people he cares about, so they won't worry about him too much.
Maybe Jumblie settling even more firmly into his heart while he sleeps will help fill up its dark corners with sunlight.