[ There's definitely some form of apprehension, though if it's felt in any way, Roland is expertly hiding it as he usually does. But even then, Inigo has seen enough of him to know the subtle nuances of his behavior, the shifts and changes even in the way his hands twitch as he reluctantly lets go to sit by the fire. He appreciates this closeness that Inigo grants him, and at this point, Inigo could get away with any antic he might deem worthy to show Roland since the man in question is too lost in his own thoughts to actually wonder if his son is playing it up or not.
For now, he takes it well and glances at Inigo with a small smile, tired but no less earnest. He rests his palm against the top of his head once in acknowledgment, before two lunch boxes appear in a gold flurry. ]
I actually don't know. I took what was in the supplies. Ready for a surprise, then? We'll open them together.
[ This answer tells Inigo two things: that just like his train son, Roland hasn't really given much thought to eating at the right time even on a mission, and two, he lied about having something special waiting for him at camp.
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For now, he takes it well and glances at Inigo with a small smile, tired but no less earnest. He rests his palm against the top of his head once in acknowledgment, before two lunch boxes appear in a gold flurry. ]
I actually don't know. I took what was in the supplies. Ready for a surprise, then? We'll open them together.
[ This answer tells Inigo two things: that just like his train son, Roland hasn't really given much thought to eating at the right time even on a mission, and two, he lied about having something special waiting for him at camp.
Dancing around each other forever. ]