"That's right. Maybe that's why I can't bring myself to do it, heh." Roland answers with a lightness about him, tilting his chin further down such that it only snuggles him closer to Inigo instead. "But fortunately for us, this particular book was made for tearing and abusing...so you can be naughty about it, if you want."
There's a mischievous sort of implication there, though nothing about their interaction was forceful or tactless. In fact, even Roland was affected by the lazy, cozy atmosphere enveloping them in warm hugs and blankets. It's almost always like this, when platform days inevitably draw close, the fog rolling in slow from the outside as Roland's queue to search for his son high and low. Whatever came before the train's scheduled stop, they would heal with hushed tones and unconditional cuddles. Whatever pains they nursed from missions past, Roland would be there with a calming silence, or soft words meant only for Inigo's ears.
He's learned that sometimes, this is all they need. And so here he is, ready to provide, happy to do it more than he can express.
"Or you know, we can always pick another page. Give me a number. Let's see what we end up with." He adds, chuckling in dulcet tones. "You have to answer whatever's written on it, though. No cheating. Exciting, right?"
Roland squeezes Inigo's hand cradled in his own for a brief second. As if they don't get enough excitement on this confounded train already.
"Maybe a little too exciting," Inigo mumbles in response. Nothing about the answer seems like it's a complaint though, despite what he's saying. Perhaps it's his own faintly humorous way of going along with it. After all, there are things Inigo certainly doesn't like to talk about - and there's definitely a random chance here of landing on one of those topics.
.. but then again, at least he's not stuck here with some person he hates sharing things with, so that makes it a little easier. There are only a few topics he truly fears bringing up about Roland, fearing that he might somehow change the other's perception of him all the same - even after all this time. A fact that has nothing to do with Roland's nature, considering Inigo is well aware of how unconditionally loving the other is, as much as it's a fact that has to do with Inigo's own insecurities, perhaps amplified by all of his worries lately, and the fact that it's a platform day.
Still, he doesn't reject the proposal. Shifting a little, he speaks up again.
"How about page twenty three?"
Might as well roll the dice, and see where it lands.
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There's a mischievous sort of implication there, though nothing about their interaction was forceful or tactless. In fact, even Roland was affected by the lazy, cozy atmosphere enveloping them in warm hugs and blankets. It's almost always like this, when platform days inevitably draw close, the fog rolling in slow from the outside as Roland's queue to search for his son high and low. Whatever came before the train's scheduled stop, they would heal with hushed tones and unconditional cuddles. Whatever pains they nursed from missions past, Roland would be there with a calming silence, or soft words meant only for Inigo's ears.
He's learned that sometimes, this is all they need. And so here he is, ready to provide, happy to do it more than he can express.
"Or you know, we can always pick another page. Give me a number. Let's see what we end up with." He adds, chuckling in dulcet tones. "You have to answer whatever's written on it, though. No cheating. Exciting, right?"
Roland squeezes Inigo's hand cradled in his own for a brief second. As if they don't get enough excitement on this confounded train already.
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.. but then again, at least he's not stuck here with some person he hates sharing things with, so that makes it a little easier. There are only a few topics he truly fears bringing up about Roland, fearing that he might somehow change the other's perception of him all the same - even after all this time. A fact that has nothing to do with Roland's nature, considering Inigo is well aware of how unconditionally loving the other is, as much as it's a fact that has to do with Inigo's own insecurities, perhaps amplified by all of his worries lately, and the fact that it's a platform day.
Still, he doesn't reject the proposal. Shifting a little, he speaks up again.
"How about page twenty three?"
Might as well roll the dice, and see where it lands.