[ It strikes Roland that Will would often request this of him as well. That the sheets were too stuffy, and that it would be much better to have Roland sleep over at the ward for a few nights. The bed was big enough, and that wing of the hospital was reserved only for them and his security detail; there wouldn't have been much problem with the idea.

But he could count the number of times in one hand where he actually conceded, and now that Inigo fully admits he would absolutely sleep much better if he had someone to hug every night, Roland's mind can't help but travel to a distant past...One that he might never really see again. ]

Hm. [ Roland stares up at the bottom of the other bunk bed, the mattress on the top deck. His hands continue to move to soothe, not once going still. ] It shouldn't have to, though. If the train didn't put us to our own bunks every time we wake up, it might have been doable for you to have a permanent sleepmate around. [ He stops his ministrations now, opting instead to pat Inigo quietly in a rhythmic motion. ]

I guess we just have different strategies on dealing with what we dream about, heh. I tend to just...wake up and stay awake. [ Which explains his own fatigue from time to time, or why if you had enough in you to resist the train's lull of sleep, one would find Roland mulling about in one car or another, writing furiously, or reading, or just sitting there in silence. ]

But this is good too. I hope it works.