"That's right. Maybe that's why I can't bring myself to do it, heh." Roland answers with a lightness about him, tilting his chin further down such that it only snuggles him closer to Inigo instead. "But fortunately for us, this particular book was made for tearing and abusing...so you can be naughty about it, if you want."
There's a mischievous sort of implication there, though nothing about their interaction was forceful or tactless. In fact, even Roland was affected by the lazy, cozy atmosphere enveloping them in warm hugs and blankets. It's almost always like this, when platform days inevitably draw close, the fog rolling in slow from the outside as Roland's queue to search for his son high and low. Whatever came before the train's scheduled stop, they would heal with hushed tones and unconditional cuddles. Whatever pains they nursed from missions past, Roland would be there with a calming silence, or soft words meant only for Inigo's ears.
He's learned that sometimes, this is all they need. And so here he is, ready to provide, happy to do it more than he can express.
"Or you know, we can always pick another page. Give me a number. Let's see what we end up with." He adds, chuckling in dulcet tones. "You have to answer whatever's written on it, though. No cheating. Exciting, right?"
Roland squeezes Inigo's hand cradled in his own for a brief second. As if they don't get enough excitement on this confounded train already.
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There's a mischievous sort of implication there, though nothing about their interaction was forceful or tactless. In fact, even Roland was affected by the lazy, cozy atmosphere enveloping them in warm hugs and blankets. It's almost always like this, when platform days inevitably draw close, the fog rolling in slow from the outside as Roland's queue to search for his son high and low. Whatever came before the train's scheduled stop, they would heal with hushed tones and unconditional cuddles. Whatever pains they nursed from missions past, Roland would be there with a calming silence, or soft words meant only for Inigo's ears.
He's learned that sometimes, this is all they need. And so here he is, ready to provide, happy to do it more than he can express.
"Or you know, we can always pick another page. Give me a number. Let's see what we end up with." He adds, chuckling in dulcet tones. "You have to answer whatever's written on it, though. No cheating. Exciting, right?"
Roland squeezes Inigo's hand cradled in his own for a brief second. As if they don't get enough excitement on this confounded train already.