The words sting. There's an immediate instinct to pull back at them. Away. But it's just so hard when Roland is close enough for their foreheads to touch, when he can see that look of affection in Roland's eyes so well. Inigo doesn't want to move away from it. He doesn't want to lose it.
But at the same time.. It's impossible to accept those words. Even if Inigo may be able to believe that relying on others maybe won't make him weak, even if he could start working on that.. This is a whole different class.
"That's.. I'm not."
With Roland this close to him, it's so easy to see the look in Inigo's eyes. It's not as hollow as before now the emotion has forced its way through, into them, but that just makes the fear clearer. The worry.
The endless pits of self-depreciation.
There was a reason Inigo didn't tell anyone about what was going on between him and Reno for the longest time, after all. Not even his closest friends. Not even Roland. Because it kind of felt like he deserved it. Or maybe even just that it was better if it was him over anyone else. Inigo will take the suffering of the whole world on his shoulders if it means someone else can laugh even one day more.
"I mean, I.. I want him to stop. But that's.. It still doesn't mean I'm worth standing up for." He pulls his head back just slightly, just enough that he's able to shake it without shaking Roland's head right along with it. "I'm not important. I'm no one."
It's very easy to hide behind the figurative use of that word, which is what he's doing here. Because he actually means it very, very literally - he's not the real Inigo, after all, so what does that make him - but that's something he really doesn't want to get into now.
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The words sting. There's an immediate instinct to pull back at them. Away. But it's just so hard when Roland is close enough for their foreheads to touch, when he can see that look of affection in Roland's eyes so well. Inigo doesn't want to move away from it. He doesn't want to lose it.
But at the same time.. It's impossible to accept those words. Even if Inigo may be able to believe that relying on others maybe won't make him weak, even if he could start working on that.. This is a whole different class.
"That's.. I'm not."
With Roland this close to him, it's so easy to see the look in Inigo's eyes. It's not as hollow as before now the emotion has forced its way through, into them, but that just makes the fear clearer. The worry.
The endless pits of self-depreciation.
There was a reason Inigo didn't tell anyone about what was going on between him and Reno for the longest time, after all. Not even his closest friends. Not even Roland. Because it kind of felt like he deserved it. Or maybe even just that it was better if it was him over anyone else. Inigo will take the suffering of the whole world on his shoulders if it means someone else can laugh even one day more.
"I mean, I.. I want him to stop. But that's.. It still doesn't mean I'm worth standing up for." He pulls his head back just slightly, just enough that he's able to shake it without shaking Roland's head right along with it. "I'm not important. I'm no one."
It's very easy to hide behind the figurative use of that word, which is what he's doing here. Because he actually means it very, very literally - he's not the real Inigo, after all, so what does that make him - but that's something he really doesn't want to get into now.
"Please, father, I can't think that."