[ Roland remains unmoving, though his fingers start to flip through more of the pages, his eyes darting from left to right as he skims everything with precision. It was more of a means to distract himself from showing Inigo any cracks, but it looks convincing enough to seem as if Roland was just quite invested in the sport, or the book, or both.

He shakes his head when Inigo apologizes. Tellingly, Roland chooses not to store the book away in his Arms Band. Instead, he tucks it against his arm before he looks up at the other. ]

Don't apologize. You didn't do anything wrong. [ Shoot. Did he mean to say that? The same words he told Tidus as he was holding him down by the ankles, the teenager thrashing about trying to resist help - ] I just didn't think he'd go out of his way to ask you to help him purchase this. Or that I'd see the day where the guy who once got five hundred points to his name now needs a friend to spot him for a gift. Heh. [ He deflects how he really feels like a pro, using that slight smirk and jab to lighten the mood that he may have unexpectedly set. Even if it doesn't quite do the job, he walks over and touches Inigo's shoulder with a gentle shake, as if to convince him it was okay.

It really was. For now. ]

Thank you, okay? I mean it. I'll tell Tidus that myself when I see him next. I'm happy with it. I really am. [ He nods back to the pile they had left behind. Both were understatements he'd rather not dwell on; being happy about receiving it, and telling Tidus things the next time he sees him. ] You wanna go back to counting your purchases, pup?