Heh. Don't apologize. It's not strange at all. Maybe I don't need to hear an answer right now. I just...
[ It's a rare occasion where both of them are afflicted with a similar wave of nervousness, such that Roland chuckles and sets down the lunchbox in his hands for a moment just to stare back at the crackle of fire before them, warming them from a neat distance. What did he want Inigo to say? What was he expecting? Did he think fatherhood would come from asking questions like this...?
He hopes his inexperience does not deter Inigo from his affections. Roland fears that, most of all. It's happened already, and he's barely recovered from that. Still trying to fight his way back to a life that might have long passed him now, just to make amends. ]
Thanks. [ For wanting to do anything with him. The smile on Roland's face feels like his mind is going somewhere else again, lost in the daze, a glow painting his skin in orange light. That was an answer too, wasn't it? ] Maybe we can discover things to try together, instead. Like...Like seeing a play for the first time.
[ Roland turns, the suggestion brightening him up. Remembering a shared interest of theirs, anchoring it close. But also, watching Inigo to see if he would approve, watching for that spark that meant he wanted to do it with him. Make a memory with him. ]
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[ It's a rare occasion where both of them are afflicted with a similar wave of nervousness, such that Roland chuckles and sets down the lunchbox in his hands for a moment just to stare back at the crackle of fire before them, warming them from a neat distance. What did he want Inigo to say? What was he expecting? Did he think fatherhood would come from asking questions like this...?
He hopes his inexperience does not deter Inigo from his affections. Roland fears that, most of all. It's happened already, and he's barely recovered from that. Still trying to fight his way back to a life that might have long passed him now, just to make amends. ]
Thanks. [ For wanting to do anything with him. The smile on Roland's face feels like his mind is going somewhere else again, lost in the daze, a glow painting his skin in orange light. That was an answer too, wasn't it? ] Maybe we can discover things to try together, instead. Like...Like seeing a play for the first time.
[ Roland turns, the suggestion brightening him up. Remembering a shared interest of theirs, anchoring it close. But also, watching Inigo to see if he would approve, watching for that spark that meant he wanted to do it with him. Make a memory with him. ]
Would you like that kind of stuff?