Maybe it's dumb. It's probably dumb. It's dumb, isn't it.

Dumb for sure, but.. Inigo almost feels like a giddy schoolgirl as he's standing there, staring at Gerome. Knowing what he wants, and hoping that maybe it's what Gerome wants right now too, yet too worried that he's wrong about all of it too ask. What if Gerome would think of him as an idiot for it?

.. well, it wouldn't be the first time that happened, but still. Usually it's not over things that involve him admitting to someone he so desperately wants.

"I.. I mean.."

Maybe he realises they're going to be here like this all day, or maybe his brain to mouth filter is momentarily weak enough.. whatever it is, it's just strong enough to make the words on the tip of his tongue actually be spoken out loud.

"I suppose I could rest.. next to you.."