[ Roland gets away with it without notice. The tears, the thoughts, everything. It's not like Inigo has any idea what's going on inside of the other's thoughts, after all, with those being the only words Roland actually audibly says. And there is no way for him to notice anything about the other's expression when Inigo's face is buried against Roland's clothes, unable to see a thing.

He doesn't know - perhaps blissfully oblivious, in this case, because there is no way Inigo wouldn't have argued about how much Roland does deserve his praise, deserves even much more than that otherwise.

But for now, without that knowledge, there's none of that. Instead Inigo just cries, the tears only coming and coming when he hears those words from the other.

He feels more than a little ridiculous. He knows Roland won't mind, that the other won't judge him, but Inigo is fairly sure anyone else would take one look at this and find it ridiculous.

Hence why he mumbles between tears: ]

I'm not a toddler, you know..

[ He shouldn't have to cry like this. After everything he's been through, he should be numb by now. But he isn't. ]

I-- It's just.. overwhelming. You're so nice to me. I feel like I'm not giving you enough in return..