[ He lowers the lunchbox and spoon to his lap and suddenly, the red in his face disappears. Roland turns to stare at the hearth, crackling fire and warming up others by their periphery. It was a big bonfire at the middle of a battle-worn camp, and everything around them has certainly seen better days. He runs out of distractions though, and it wouldn't do to keep Inigo waiting.

It's hard for him even if he only has positive feelings to express. The words always seem so heavy no matter what he has to say; so long as it came from the depths of his heart, there was a struggle that stopped him from coming out with it upfront. Always had to be a ceremony in his mind, thinking and thinking some more.

But Inigo was waiting on him, and he wanted him to know, he wants to say this. Roland keeps his gaze trained on the orange glow of the fire as he finally ends the silence. ]

If you and I could have a day to ourselves anywhere in the world, in whatever universe you could dream of...What would you like to do? Just us two? [ A beat passes. Then, he breaks his staring contest with the fire to turn back to Inigo. The smile on his face is just as warm. Gentle. ] Father and son?