Alright, alright. I believe you. Just making sure. Can't blame me for wanting to screen who gets to cuddle with you, right?
[ His smirk is light, pretty much riding on the joke even as Inigo settles in as naturally as Roland expects, his arms draped around him and the warmth radiating from his body keeping him snug and cozy. As Roland listens, his own arms begin to position themselves like clockwork. It's been a long time since he's had to hold any child this way, but his body remembers. The arm that Inigo pins against his body when he clings to him slowly slips out so it can wrap around his back; the other by the wall settles nicely by Inigo's head, fingers gently combing some strands back.
Motions clearly meant to comfort. Was it deliberate, or was this simply what he knows? ]
[ He hums quietly at the admission, and Inigo may hear that reverberating rumble in his chest as he does so. Roland knows more than anyone what nightmares are like. They've become more and more frequent on the train, but he's never tried to actually keep them locked away. Roland's strokes don't miss a beat as he answers, softly, carefully. ]
Did yours? [ Roland asks without it sounding like he's prodding him, but as if he's making certain Inigo didn't just give and not get in return. ] Did you sleep better, too?
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[ His smirk is light, pretty much riding on the joke even as Inigo settles in as naturally as Roland expects, his arms draped around him and the warmth radiating from his body keeping him snug and cozy. As Roland listens, his own arms begin to position themselves like clockwork. It's been a long time since he's had to hold any child this way, but his body remembers. The arm that Inigo pins against his body when he clings to him slowly slips out so it can wrap around his back; the other by the wall settles nicely by Inigo's head, fingers gently combing some strands back.
Motions clearly meant to comfort. Was it deliberate, or was this simply what he knows? ]
[ He hums quietly at the admission, and Inigo may hear that reverberating rumble in his chest as he does so. Roland knows more than anyone what nightmares are like. They've become more and more frequent on the train, but he's never tried to actually keep them locked away. Roland's strokes don't miss a beat as he answers, softly, carefully. ]
Did yours? [ Roland asks without it sounding like he's prodding him, but as if he's making certain Inigo didn't just give and not get in return. ] Did you sleep better, too?