Roland breathes in heavily, the movement of it making his chest rise slightly. His hands move on their own accord again, his fingers drumming against the thick material enveloping Inigo as they embrace. Between Gerome, Roland, and now even Yuuki...he doesn't wonder anymore that someone like Inigo, so bright and loving, could attract people like them. Not that Roland knows either of the two that have left Inigo's life well enough to make such a claim, but judging from how Inigo describes them, he can hope it's not a far impression.
Inigo has so much love to give, always, at all times. A part of Roland wishes he could better safeguard Inigo's heart, make sure he doesn't give too much that nothing is left for him. But these are not thoughts Roland can voice out; neither is it a thought that should be spoken out loud. They were his musings, for his own promise, to fuel his vow of making sure he is able to look out for these boys as best he can.
For now, he will show his concern in the manner that Inigo asks of him. He will linger in his touches to make sure there is extra comfort in the hug, tightening his arms and allowing the closeness to settle in the spaces that they fill. Closing his eyes, comfortable this way because at least physically, it feels like he can protect Inigo from the dangers that hurt him at every turn.
He speaks low, a dulcet tone that rightfully expresses the tenderness he feels at this moment.
"Do you want to talk about him?" His eyes are staring at a familiar view, the bottom of his roommate's top-bunk, and he wishes they could be in a better place right about now. Somewhere that can heal Inigo better; the clearing by Jema'grethy coming to mind right about now. Where there would be a scent of flowers to calm him better, or the rays of the sun to cast away doubt and fear. "Do you want to talk about any of them...? Bucky, Yuuki, Gerome, anyone. I'm here. I'll always listen. I'll remember with you." He breathes in deeply again.
"You know, Eight from Purple...She made a memorial wall on the train. We...We could put their names there, if you want. I'll come with you there, too." Whatever Roland can do for Inigo, he would oblige without question.
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Inigo has so much love to give, always, at all times. A part of Roland wishes he could better safeguard Inigo's heart, make sure he doesn't give too much that nothing is left for him. But these are not thoughts Roland can voice out; neither is it a thought that should be spoken out loud. They were his musings, for his own promise, to fuel his vow of making sure he is able to look out for these boys as best he can.
For now, he will show his concern in the manner that Inigo asks of him. He will linger in his touches to make sure there is extra comfort in the hug, tightening his arms and allowing the closeness to settle in the spaces that they fill. Closing his eyes, comfortable this way because at least physically, it feels like he can protect Inigo from the dangers that hurt him at every turn.
He speaks low, a dulcet tone that rightfully expresses the tenderness he feels at this moment.
"Do you want to talk about him?" His eyes are staring at a familiar view, the bottom of his roommate's top-bunk, and he wishes they could be in a better place right about now. Somewhere that can heal Inigo better; the clearing by Jema'grethy coming to mind right about now. Where there would be a scent of flowers to calm him better, or the rays of the sun to cast away doubt and fear. "Do you want to talk about any of them...? Bucky, Yuuki, Gerome, anyone. I'm here. I'll always listen. I'll remember with you." He breathes in deeply again.
"You know, Eight from Purple...She made a memorial wall on the train. We...We could put their names there, if you want. I'll come with you there, too." Whatever Roland can do for Inigo, he would oblige without question.