[ Maybe it's because Roland already anticipated this answer from Inigo too, that instead of denying anything, he knows precisely what he must do. It's not a matter of convincing Inigo through words, after all. It never has been, and Roland knows it won't work. He has to see it, convince himself, know that all of this is inherently true with his own heart open to the fact.

So what does that leave Roland with?

The rosiness in his cheeks is met with the warmth of Roland's palms, cradling his face gently. Forehead to forehead, his smile grows even more affectionate, earnest in his answer. ]

It's a generosity that I give on my own accord, Inigo. I believe it. I'll keep doing it, too. Until you're ready to hear my words, and agree. Take your time. Don't rush it. You're getting there.

[ He doesn't pull away just yet, chuckling through the latter response. ]

What are you talking about? Of course your best is different from everyone else's. [ Roland then lets go, resumes an arm slung across his shoulder. ] It's Inigo's best.

[ Sure, that could be taken self-deprecatingly too. But Roland doesn't even entertain the notion. He's nothing but resolute on the fact, won't believe for himself even if Inigo tells him that just makes it far worse. It's a belief he hopes will reach him, anyway. ]