Sat up as he was, he had near pulled Inigo into his lap in his sudden need to hug the other s tight as he could. He didn't like those tears. Gerome just wasn't sure how to go about stopping them. He couldn't take the memories away. He couldn't fix this... All he could do was hold him, because he knew it was something Inigo seemed to respond to. It was something he seemed to need on occasion. And Gerome hoped he had done the right thing here as well.

The way Inigo clung to him told Gerome that he had maybe made the right choice.

"A vision of being trapped in a cage." He said, keeping his tone low and even, a point of calm when Inigo seemed to be anything but. "Of being taunted by a strange man, mocked for being powerless. I believe the vision, the memory, was a woman's."