This is what that small man had wanted, wasn't it? Trusting him to 'get it out of Inigo'. Was this the way he was supposed to do it? Gerome had no idea but it was the way things had happened and now he was there he was left just a little confused how it happened.

Oh yes, he knew he had been the one to yank Inigo up and hold him like this, that part was on him entirely. But it had only seemed to make the teen cry even more and that was not what he'd expected. Not that he knew what to expect at all. This was brand new territory for him. And the second hug he and Inigo had shared since his arrival. Gerome wasn't sure why or what that meant, it was something he would have to consider at a later date. His first task was to deal with the weeping man in his arms.

A little awkwardly he gave Inigo's back a pat in what he hoped was a gentle way, he didn't want to hurt him.

"... I know." Gerome had turned his head away and... it took him a second to realise that might not have been the correct thing to say. He wasn't sure what to say. His anger at the one who had hurt Inigo was fading a little and now he was feeling more than a little unsure of himself. "... I am... glad you aren't alone here now." Better? He thought it was better. Hoped it was.