There's not a hint of doubt that Roland completely falls for Inigo's sleight of hand, metaphorically speaking of course, even if a part of him wonders when he was able to grow this honest about overworking. Was it not just a few worlds ago that Roland had to trick Inigo himself into taking a break and taking a nap in his tent because he wouldn't admit to being tired? Yet here they are, dancing around each other once more, too similar to quit or let the issue go.
Roland plants himself next to Inigo, one knee raised against his chest. He pats his free shoulder, the one closest to Inigo.
"All right. Rest against me. I'll keep watch over you. Be still for as long as you like. I don't want you collapsing due to stress."
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There's not a hint of doubt that Roland completely falls for Inigo's sleight of hand, metaphorically speaking of course, even if a part of him wonders when he was able to grow this honest about overworking. Was it not just a few worlds ago that Roland had to trick Inigo himself into taking a break and taking a nap in his tent because he wouldn't admit to being tired? Yet here they are, dancing around each other once more, too similar to quit or let the issue go.
Roland plants himself next to Inigo, one knee raised against his chest. He pats his free shoulder, the one closest to Inigo.
"All right. Rest against me. I'll keep watch over you. Be still for as long as you like. I don't want you collapsing due to stress."