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Sugar daddy business is hard yet fulfilling work, indeed.

Roland nods along and starts to input the said request. It doesn't take him long to show Inigo the successful purchase, though only time will tell as to what precisely he will receive.

"There. Done. I'll deliver it to you as soon as the next platform rolls in. So you don't have to worry about making more dresses or sewing outfits, all right? We'll get you just the right size."

He pats him on the shoulder once, his smile affectionate. That said, the ticket is removed from the slot and pocketed again afterwards. That's all he needed to do, really, so no use in keeping it there.

At least Inigo looks back at him, meeting that gaze.

His cheeks are still rosy though, and he looks a little unsure of what to do say in the face of all of this. How can he ever properly express all he feels for Roland, when it feels like a thing that defies any and all words? How does he explain how comforting his presence is to Inigo, that it finally feels like there's something he can allow himself to fall back on without feeling too overly guilty about it? Like he doesn't have to carry the whole world all by himself.

Even if it's just through little dumb things, like Roland buying him some fabric, just because he wants Inigo to not have to worry about it himself.

Inigo decides that maybe these things are best expressed in a way he's always been better with than with words - by latching onto Roland, his arms sneaking around the other, face pressed against Roland's shoulder.

"Thank you, father. I'll.. I will repay you some day. I promise." Just as soon as he figures out what to even give Roland, considering how cagey the other can be about every single desire he has in his life.

Inigo moves in for that hug rather smoothly, but even if Roland didn't see it coming, the outcome would have been the same. Arms that wrap around him are reciprocated in kind, one of Roland's arms holding him close and his head angled to the side to place a quick peck to the side of Inigo's head, though its mostly hair that touches his lips. Regardless.

"Hey now, enough of that." He answers, smiling. They've long passed the idea that getting caught in such a public display of paternal affection was embarrassing, so he doesn't even budge until Inigo's had his fill of this embrace. So willing to give him what he needs, the warmth that he draws strength from. The rest of the train could go pick out another terminal to use, the duo would be parked here until the end and that's that. "Unless you pay me back in stories about your new projects, your new hobbies. What makes you happy, what you're enjoying. That's the only currency I'm accepting."

"Well, I.. I suppose I can do that."

He easily agrees. Of course, because it's Roland. Because Inigo would do anything for the other, even if it means talking about things he easily gets embarrassed about. If it's what Roland wants out of him, he's at least got to try.

For a moment he lingers in the embrace, happy to just have it for a moment, but then the boy finally manages to pull himself back. Or at least enough to be able to look Roland in the eyes when he continues.

"If you want, you could help me fit the dress on Jumblie sometime.. I could use some help in making her sit still." Not that Jumblie isn't the kindest and sweetest thing he knows, but.. higgledies are so darn energetic! Please, even a teen like Inigo can't always keep up with it! "Then, um.. you can see it in action, I guess..?"

If that's something Roland would enjoy. Inigo thinks he might. And while it's still work, just holding Jumblie still shouldn't be bad enough. It'll give Roland a break from all the other kinds of work he throws himself into, anyway.

That inspires a wide smile on his face, nodding right away in affirmation. As Inigo disentangles from his grasp, Roland uses both hands, warm and heavy, to place on top of his shoulders.

"Perfect. I'd like that a lot. Thank you, Inigo. I can't wait to see what your creativity will come up with next. If you run out of thread, or cloth, or anything at all you need to make something, tell me. I want to help you." There's a recent memory that resurfaces after he speaks. He chuckles. "We still gotta perfect this to make sock puppets. Don't think I've forgotten, pup. Heh."

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