He heard the running steps but was not nearly quick enough to turn and react before he was tackled by Inigo.

Gerome was pushed back and he threw out a hand to stop himself from falling flat on his back. Sitting as he was, it was a little on the awkward side, but his free arm had automatically moved around Inigo without any conscious effort. Was he actually getting used to this? Now wasn't that the strangest of thoughts he'd had that day...

"Inigo..." Why was the idiot so happy all the time? It confused him. But... he wasn't angry. How could he be? And even if he said no to Inigo's question, he didn't think he would be listened to. "... Do I have a choice?" There was almost the sound of a laugh in his reply.