Inigo might have pulled his hand back as if burned, but Gerome kept his hand where it was, and his expression deliberately neutral. He keeps quiet, just waiting for the other to come to his own conclusions.

Almost... Gerome feels bad. He didn't realise he was putting Inigo on the spot like this. It wasn't even that big a deal. At least, it wouldn't have been, if Inigo hadn't seemed like he was trying so hard to keep things hidden that it was almost comical. And strangely hurtful.

Normally it wouldn't have bothered Gerome in the slightest. He would have been able to put distance between them and it would have been put out of his mind the further away from Inigo he could get. There was no chance of that here though. So Inigo's deceptions were right there, in front of his face, every time they spoke. It was like the other tried to say something, he would start and then think better of it and change the subject. And slowly but surely it had started to bother Gerome.

Slowly, Gerome leaned forward. "What does any of that... have to do... with hiding things?" He asked, a single brow raised questioningly. "... I have no doubts these things you insist on keeping to yourself are not even of any great importance. But you have kept them to yourself for so long they seem that way." And didn't that just go double for himself? Though in all fairness, Gerome tended to avoid anything that could be an issue. He was also fairly certain that Inigo knew all of his own hidden thoughts already, as much as he would like to have kept them to himself, having grown up with the man it had been hard to do consistently. However there was, for Inigo at least, several months between them now. And Inigo was back to believing he should keep everything contained. It was ridiculous. People like him should not do that. It only made them unhappy...