There's relief. Even though Inigo is still doubtlessly terrified, even though he can feel his emotions spinning all over the place again. There's still some relief in the fact that Roland opts to not push him too hard right now. Inigo isn't sure whether or not he could take that after all the beatings his soul has already received the past few days.

Instead he's quiet. Letting Roland embrace him without Inigo moving away again. His arms slowly raising again to cling to the other guy in turn, taking slow breaths to try and calm down the panic he felt rising earlier in his chest. The pang he felt at his chest at Roland mentioning his mother's name.

"I.. I will tell you," he softly says. The words feel a little fragile, like they're important, but so incredibly hard to say. "Sometime soon.. I promise. I will explain to you why it's so hard for me to believe I'm worth standing up for, father."

Today it would be too much. And tomorrow will most likely still be too much, Inigo figures. His feelings and emotions are so raw, and he really needs to regain a slightly more normal state before he can even contemplate letting everything spill about his world, his problems, the scars on his body and his soul.

Not today.

"I.. I trust you, it's just.." His voice trails off as he tries to find the right word. ".. rough. It's hard for me to talk about. So.. for now, all I can promise you is.. t-that I'll try to rely on others. And that I'll do my best to somehow get stronger.."