Gerome hadn't really meant anything by the touch, all he'd wanted was to stop that incessant noise. And yet... he didn't immediately pull his hand away. Because the look on Inigo's face stopped him. He hadn't been quick enough to hide it at all.

"I think you know..."

Honestly, Gerome was just flailing in the darkness and hoping he would hit something that made sense to him. Inigo was being difficult. He was hiding something. And while he had done the same thing back home, he had to wonder if somehow he had been doing it more here... He seemed more hedgy than ever.