[ That answer is the most Inigo he's ever heard thus far, and it draws his lips into a wider smile, his own lunchbox forgotten as it's lowered totally to the side. Roland doesn't often admit it, but he feels the same way; it gets rather strange, even lonely, when you fall asleep with the comfort of someone else's arms to lull you close, then waking up to an empty space.
Not that he's not used to that anyway, from back home. His own bed has always been too big or too small. When Inigo settles by his side though, and it's something they've begun doing more often than not now, Roland isn't a stranger to the fact that he's getting used to the presence. Likes it. Enjoys that contact even if it doesn't come as naturally to him as it does to his adopted.
It's nice. The image of waking up in the morning with a son curled up in his arms, is nice. ]
Whenever we want, huh? [ He sustains that smile as his head tilts in the direction Inigo mounts for a moment, as if the imagining could jump out of his head and into the fire, breathing life into his thoughts. A normal life. With all of them. Nice. ] I'd like that too.
[ Roland could very easily go on about how he thinks the train is using them for battery packs, transferring passengers to designated beds like routine, but underneath Nion's violent skies and after everything he and Inigo have seen so far, it seemed inappropriate. There was a comfort here that he did not expect when he stopped Inigo from going on to work even in the thick of night. Roland would rather not waste the moment, if he can. ]
You know...We're not on the train at the moment.
[ He turns his head towards the boy, almost sheepish; an implication underlying innocently beneath the surface. It may also be his ploy to get Inigo to stay, a tactic he learned from the guy himself, when he sandwiches Roland against the wall of his cot so it would be impossible to move without waking the other.
It's too dark here. It's always too dark when they're alone in places like this, reminding them of homes they have lost. Yes, he had to do this. They must stick together. He playfully chuckles and shakes his head, eyes closed in teasing, arms crossed back against his chest. ]
I mean, I don't think the train can actually do what it does on planets like this. That's all.
[ See that face he's throwing your way from the side, Inigo? He wonders if maybe he should lay it on a bit thicker. ]
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Not that he's not used to that anyway, from back home. His own bed has always been too big or too small. When Inigo settles by his side though, and it's something they've begun doing more often than not now, Roland isn't a stranger to the fact that he's getting used to the presence. Likes it. Enjoys that contact even if it doesn't come as naturally to him as it does to his adopted.
It's nice. The image of waking up in the morning with a son curled up in his arms, is nice. ]
Whenever we want, huh? [ He sustains that smile as his head tilts in the direction Inigo mounts for a moment, as if the imagining could jump out of his head and into the fire, breathing life into his thoughts. A normal life. With all of them. Nice. ] I'd like that too.
[ Roland could very easily go on about how he thinks the train is using them for battery packs, transferring passengers to designated beds like routine, but underneath Nion's violent skies and after everything he and Inigo have seen so far, it seemed inappropriate. There was a comfort here that he did not expect when he stopped Inigo from going on to work even in the thick of night. Roland would rather not waste the moment, if he can. ]
You know...We're not on the train at the moment.
[ He turns his head towards the boy, almost sheepish; an implication underlying innocently beneath the surface. It may also be his ploy to get Inigo to stay, a tactic he learned from the guy himself, when he sandwiches Roland against the wall of his cot so it would be impossible to move without waking the other.
It's too dark here. It's always too dark when they're alone in places like this, reminding them of homes they have lost. Yes, he had to do this. They must stick together. He playfully chuckles and shakes his head, eyes closed in teasing, arms crossed back against his chest. ]
I mean, I don't think the train can actually do what it does on planets like this. That's all.
[ See that face he's throwing your way from the side, Inigo? He wonders if maybe he should lay it on a bit thicker. ]