[ Roland doesn't have to hear it. He doesn't have to see it. He knows Inigo is crying, but he also doesn't wish to intrude in that moment that he needs to let it out. He's been doing it himself, in the only way he knows how: anchoring to the reality, the here and now. What work needed to be done? Tidus's supplies. His goods that required auditing, so that when he was ready to reemerge, he wouldn't have to bother with the basic things. Roland would have had it covered well.
The president inhales deeply and tries to get back into the work, bending to resume whatever was left of the pile. Part of him has already forgotten where he stopped, and the other part of him is too hyperfocused on reading Inigo's actions for him to actually settle into the load.
Eventually, Roland lets out an inaudible sigh and decides to just focus on what actually matters right now: helping Inigo. ]
Pup...[ He starts off, glancing to the side even though all he can really see is the shield covering his face. ] How can I help? Tell me what you need.
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The president inhales deeply and tries to get back into the work, bending to resume whatever was left of the pile. Part of him has already forgotten where he stopped, and the other part of him is too hyperfocused on reading Inigo's actions for him to actually settle into the load.
Eventually, Roland lets out an inaudible sigh and decides to just focus on what actually matters right now: helping Inigo. ]
Pup...[ He starts off, glancing to the side even though all he can really see is the shield covering his face. ] How can I help? Tell me what you need.