[ This definitely is one of those moments where Roland sounds much older than he really is. Not that those are rare, but-- there's a certain edge to it this time. Roland doesn't just sound older than he is. No, he sounds like a father. It's that exact same tone and attitude that drew Inigo closer and closer to the other in the first place, naturally drawn towards the one thing in life he always wanted the most - validation and care from his father.
And Roland gives that here in spades. He's trying so hard to make Inigo feel better. He can see that, even though it's hard to ignore the constant hum of anxiety that hangs around at the back of his brain at all times.
Inigo actually looks up to hold Roland's gaze when the other kneels. Even though it's hard, especially the more he sees that emotion in the other's eyes, practically mirrored in Inigo's own. Like it's all about to burst forth. ]
R-- Roland..
[ The words echo in his mind. That Olivia is rooting for you, even now, and that someone who's earned all of her love can't possibly be as bad of a person as they think they are.
His mind travels back, months and months back, before he ever learned of this train. Back when he saw his mother for the last time - no, the Olivia from the past, not his mother, he tries to remind himself. That time when she had smiled so warmly at him, and said I'll do anything to make you happy, my darling boy.
And now here's Roland. Obviously filled with just as many emotions. Even though Inigo obviously isn't his biological son. Even though they only got to know each other here, and perhaps not even all that long in the grand scheme of things-- But even so, in the same vein, he says I'll help you carry whatever load you lend me.
Inigo reaches out, his arms wrapping around Roland's shoulders, which is thankfully easy when the other is kneeling down and Inigo is sitting. He buries his face into the other's shoulder, loudly sniffing. ]
Thank you.. [ He gasps more than he actually says, hot tears starting to swell in his eyes. 'Thank you' for so many things. For listening to his dumb problems. For wanting to help him with said dumb problems. For giving him chance after chance after chance. ] Thank you for being my father...
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And Roland gives that here in spades. He's trying so hard to make Inigo feel better. He can see that, even though it's hard to ignore the constant hum of anxiety that hangs around at the back of his brain at all times.
Inigo actually looks up to hold Roland's gaze when the other kneels. Even though it's hard, especially the more he sees that emotion in the other's eyes, practically mirrored in Inigo's own. Like it's all about to burst forth. ]
R-- Roland..
[ The words echo in his mind. That Olivia is rooting for you, even now, and that someone who's earned all of her love can't possibly be as bad of a person as they think they are.
His mind travels back, months and months back, before he ever learned of this train. Back when he saw his mother for the last time - no, the Olivia from the past, not his mother, he tries to remind himself. That time when she had smiled so warmly at him, and said I'll do anything to make you happy, my darling boy.
And now here's Roland. Obviously filled with just as many emotions. Even though Inigo obviously isn't his biological son. Even though they only got to know each other here, and perhaps not even all that long in the grand scheme of things-- But even so, in the same vein, he says I'll help you carry whatever load you lend me.
Inigo reaches out, his arms wrapping around Roland's shoulders, which is thankfully easy when the other is kneeling down and Inigo is sitting. He buries his face into the other's shoulder, loudly sniffing. ]
Thank you.. [ He gasps more than he actually says, hot tears starting to swell in his eyes. 'Thank you' for so many things. For listening to his dumb problems. For wanting to help him with said dumb problems. For giving him chance after chance after chance. ] Thank you for being my father...