The beauty of his mask was that he could see people, but they couldn't see him. So, Gerome was looking forward, not facing Inigo... but his eyes were on the other. Watching him carefully.

There was a long silence between Inigo's first words and his last and Gerome said nothing. He just waited. And it was only once the other started to speak that Gerome realised what was wrong in what he was seeing. The words and tone didn't match the expression. It didn't match Inigo's eyes.

Inigo was lying to him.

He did it often, but sometimes he was better at it and Gerome had a hard time picking up on it. The key here was the last of bravado. There was no laughter, no enthusiasm and waving of limbs and silliness to distract him from what was going on in Inigo's eyes. He remained sat where he was, quiet. It was... disturbing, somehow. Unnatural. Un-Inigo-like.

Gerome reached out and dropped a hand over Inigo's to stop him from playing with the coloured creature and making that snapping sound.

"I'm not sure you can help me." He said calmly. "Until you help yourself."