[ Roland holds back a fond smile the more he realizes Inigo was already halfway in the throes of sleep. He can see why he'd recommend cuddling for rest when it was so effective on him.
But Roland couldn't close his eyes as easily. He won't tell him, but he won't leave either. He'll watch over Inigo until the train pulls them apart, him in his cabin and Inigo resting well in his. How could he? After all that he's heard, regardless if the boy was aware of what he would talk about in his state of sleepiness? That he'd rather hide all of that in because he wanted people to see him as a source of joy, instead?
It draws out a warmth from Roland, roaring like a furnace. He was one to talk, but it's different. Men like him deserved the monsters that came out of nightmares. He made his bed. He'll lay in it until he is worthy of more. He'll work until he can save the world he left behind too. But Inigo? Pure, kind-hearted, gentle boy...with scars, with nightmares of his own. ]
[ Roland's arms reposition themselves as gently as they could so that he could embrace him fully now, like a cocoon, his body tilting to the side. Wherever his hands could reach, he pats him to help him fully into sleep.
He doesn't know what drives him to say what he does next. Maybe the pressure of Inigo's body sleeping on top of his is more effective than he gave it credit for. ]
If only William could meet you. You'd have made him really happy. Would've made him smile.
[ Inigo is still against this embrace, breaths steady and paced calm. It doesn't matter if the boy won't hear him now. It's nice to imagine. It gives him comfort.
Inigo would make a wonderful big brother, wouldn't he...
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But Roland couldn't close his eyes as easily. He won't tell him, but he won't leave either. He'll watch over Inigo until the train pulls them apart, him in his cabin and Inigo resting well in his. How could he? After all that he's heard, regardless if the boy was aware of what he would talk about in his state of sleepiness? That he'd rather hide all of that in because he wanted people to see him as a source of joy, instead?
It draws out a warmth from Roland, roaring like a furnace. He was one to talk, but it's different. Men like him deserved the monsters that came out of nightmares. He made his bed. He'll lay in it until he is worthy of more. He'll work until he can save the world he left behind too. But Inigo? Pure, kind-hearted, gentle boy...with scars, with nightmares of his own. ]
[ Roland's arms reposition themselves as gently as they could so that he could embrace him fully now, like a cocoon, his body tilting to the side. Wherever his hands could reach, he pats him to help him fully into sleep.
He doesn't know what drives him to say what he does next. Maybe the pressure of Inigo's body sleeping on top of his is more effective than he gave it credit for. ]
If only William could meet you. You'd have made him really happy. Would've made him smile.
[ Inigo is still against this embrace, breaths steady and paced calm. It doesn't matter if the boy won't hear him now. It's nice to imagine. It gives him comfort.
Inigo would make a wonderful big brother, wouldn't he...
Roland closes his eyes. ]