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Because you're loved.

It's not like Inigo has never experienced it before. He had a very, very loving mother, after all, who made sure to spend her every waking moment reassuring him that he was very much loved by her. But what Roland is thinking about Inigo is true. He's so inclined to put himself into some position of servitude, always thinking first about how he can help, whether his caring and love can improve things in any given situation.

So much so that he sometimes forgets it's that easy. That someone can care deeply about him, just because they do. Without anything being necessary in exchange.

Remembering how they got here, Inigo hurriedly moves to cling to Roland again so he can use the hookshot to get them back--

-- and also so he can bury his head against the man. Trying to cope with the overwhelming thought, especially after having to slip into an all-business mode earlier that he hasn't used in a while. Because you're loved.

"L-Let's hurry back," is all he can say.

Even if Roland is the one who made the request, it's for sure that the cuddles while sleeping will be mutually necessary.

[adregem]

He wraps an arm around Inigo tight and snug, giving himself a moment to lean down his head in an affection no longer unbecoming of a person like him. Tenderness that overflows from a bruised heart, and Roland would rather stay like this for longer than to look back at the mound that has laid a soul to rest.

He's done his duty. Hasn't he?

"Thank you." He whispers solemnly, one last time. The depth of his gratitude can't be contained in just his words alone, but he hopes he will continue to receive chances to show it more appropriately; as they deserve to be expressed for a soul as kind as Inigo.

He turns his head to the sky, looking for a branch as he did before. The hookshot meets its target, and the cycle of travel begins anew, with but one notable difference. Inigo is held so much closer to Roland, no gap to exist between them as they travel from tree to tree, no more pausing to adjust. He knows precisely where they need to go, and he knows Inigo will never let him go.

And neither will he.