"... We aren't at war here." Gerome was helpful to point this out, because he was sure Inigo knew, it was just an excuse to worry. It was difficult not to think in any other way, he knew. But the idea of him leaving seemed strange even to Gerome. Where would he go? How would he go? Of course he supposed that he could have died back there, but he was lead to believe that the train would refuse them even that small mercy.

"I do not plan to leave without a fight." And hadn't he proved that? He'd heard Inigo's plea and he had done his very best to stay. And had. But Inigo was still getting all emotional despite the fact he was alive and well now.

And yet he hadn't pushed him away. He could, but he didn't. And he had yet to realise why that was.

Perhaps, on some level he had not yet discovered, he wanted these moments?

Perhaps... he had been afraid as well?

But of course, Gerome was not going to consider that fact. Especially not with Inigo right there. Maybe in the dark of the night, where no one would notice, he would lay awake and analyse himself.