He tries to assist in this regard, with a carefully placed hand angled just right behind Inigo's head such that if he moved a certain way, Roland would be ready to receive the change. Tucked by a warmer spot closer to his shoulder, while Roland adjusts the angle of his body to give Inigo more room.

The blanket wrapped around him is serving its purpose. Roland is thankful to whoever is listening that he is able to provide a sanctuary for people like Inigo, who need it. Deserve it. Even if it only lasts a couple of hours at most. It's a sentiment that grows stronger when he hears what Inigo has left to say, slowly yet surely drifting into the land of slumber.

"That's not quite true. I..." I need you by my side just as much. I wish I could be bathed in this light forever. So I can remember what I have to protect. He closes his eyes, as if joining Inigo in sleep. Tilts his head down to meet that patch of skin and hair by Inigo's forehead, with only the ghost of a kiss as proof of its imprint.

"...I'll be here, Inigo. Not as a favor. As a choice."

He needs to tell him that, before the worst may come to pass. Inigo needs to know even in his state of half-sleep that Roland stays because he wants to. So even if the unspoken, the inevitable, comes to pass, he will never have any room to doubt if any of this was real. It is.