Why was it bothering him so much? Inigo was the master of half-truths, hiding behind that smile of his. Gerome hated it.
But he kept his own expression neutral, until Inigo has spoken.
"Why is that ridiculous?" He had to ask. "... This... is not home." Even though they had been separated when they had travelled to the past, they had at least known that somewhere out there, people were waiting. Inigo did not have that same reassurance. Nor did he have the comfort of the familiar. His surroundings were completely alien.
No, Gerome didn't think Inigo weak for missing them. It was logical.
"... This place is too different... It is...." He thought about it for a moment, not quite sure how to finish that sentence satisfactorily. "... confusing."
no subject
But he kept his own expression neutral, until Inigo has spoken.
"Why is that ridiculous?" He had to ask. "... This... is not home." Even though they had been separated when they had travelled to the past, they had at least known that somewhere out there, people were waiting. Inigo did not have that same reassurance. Nor did he have the comfort of the familiar. His surroundings were completely alien.
No, Gerome didn't think Inigo weak for missing them. It was logical.
"... This place is too different... It is...." He thought about it for a moment, not quite sure how to finish that sentence satisfactorily. "... confusing."