That quiet thanks is something Roland immediately gets in return for being so willing to go along with this. Even though Inigo thinks the idea of him collapsing because of stress is laughable - he's cultivated this whole 'Inigo the Invincible' thing for years, okay, he's not ready to let it go now! - he will accept the possibility existing in Roland's head just for now.
Just for this. Just for Inigo leaning his head against Roland's shoulder, cozily snuggled up to the other's side. Like the only bastion of warmth and companionship in this empty, wide technological desert.
But he doesn't sleep. Inigo's eyes are still open, and a moment later his Arms Band glows, summoning something to his hands.
It's flowers. A whole bunch of purple flowers. Obviously not from this place, since there doesn't seem to be any greenery here as far as the space stretches out before them until it hits an oddly placed wall.
No, these are ones Inigo took along from previous missions, exactly for this kind of scenario. If they ever ended up in a place without. And he knows the reason Roland would long for the island isn't because of what happened on the volcano.
It's for this, right? The quiet, relaxing moments he must have shared with other people. If that's what Roland longs for, then Inigo will give it to him right now, no matter how unsuited the setting is. (Maybe something like this is what he should have done back during the last mission too - if he hadn't been too busy freaking out himself to think of it.)
He takes Roland's hand into his free one, but just so he can drag it over to rest on top of Inigo's legs. It's easier to work on it that way.
And that's exactly what Inigo is starting to do. Starting to weave flowers along Roland's hand and arm. Rings, bracelets, circling up almost like a glove, though he's only just getting started when he speaks up again. Relatively softly.
"I think.. at a moment like this, my mother would have said something about how every place is just what we make of it with the people around us."
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That quiet thanks is something Roland immediately gets in return for being so willing to go along with this. Even though Inigo thinks the idea of him collapsing because of stress is laughable - he's cultivated this whole 'Inigo the Invincible' thing for years, okay, he's not ready to let it go now! - he will accept the possibility existing in Roland's head just for now.
Just for this. Just for Inigo leaning his head against Roland's shoulder, cozily snuggled up to the other's side. Like the only bastion of warmth and companionship in this empty, wide technological desert.
But he doesn't sleep. Inigo's eyes are still open, and a moment later his Arms Band glows, summoning something to his hands.
It's flowers. A whole bunch of purple flowers. Obviously not from this place, since there doesn't seem to be any greenery here as far as the space stretches out before them until it hits an oddly placed wall.
No, these are ones Inigo took along from previous missions, exactly for this kind of scenario. If they ever ended up in a place without. And he knows the reason Roland would long for the island isn't because of what happened on the volcano.
It's for this, right? The quiet, relaxing moments he must have shared with other people. If that's what Roland longs for, then Inigo will give it to him right now, no matter how unsuited the setting is. (Maybe something like this is what he should have done back during the last mission too - if he hadn't been too busy freaking out himself to think of it.)
He takes Roland's hand into his free one, but just so he can drag it over to rest on top of Inigo's legs. It's easier to work on it that way.
And that's exactly what Inigo is starting to do. Starting to weave flowers along Roland's hand and arm. Rings, bracelets, circling up almost like a glove, though he's only just getting started when he speaks up again. Relatively softly.
"I think.. at a moment like this, my mother would have said something about how every place is just what we make of it with the people around us."