When Gerome looked back at Inigo he could see that, yes, he did seem to have cheered some. Even if his cheeks were still wet and his eyes red... He didn't like that look. The tears. It didn't suit Inigo at all.

"... I'm... glad." He replied stiffly, not really sure how else to answer. Gerome was glad. He really was. That Inigo was feeling better and could smile so happily now was a very good thing. Though he had trouble believing that his hugs were the cure for that. He felt like the other was mocking him somehow, but there was none of that in Inigo's expression so Gerome was more than a little confused.

"If they help... ... When you're... sad..." Gerome hated this. Why was it so hard to say these things? It came so easily to Inigo but... near impossible to himself.