He wished Inigo would stop looking at him like that... The both of them couldn't be flustered! But... what was so good about his hugs over anyone elses? Surely there were better people to hug? If there was one thing Gerome had learned since joining this strange band of people it was that Inigo was very popular. He was sure that each and every one of those people would have been better suited to do this. And less awkward. Yet... somehow... he was still stood there. Still with his arms around Inigo... And very confused as to when he was supposed to let go. When was a hug too long? Inigo hadn't let go of him either and Gerome was, for the most part, taking his cues from him in this.

Gerome's attention focused back on Inigo when the others head lowered.

"... What?"

Inigo was being an idiot again and saying idiotic things. At least the first part. Before he could open his mouth and call him out on being so foolish, Inigo had to go and say that.

His cheeks flamed.

"... W-what...? Don't be ridiculous..." Need him? Why would anyone need him? Inigo was just being emotional, he wasn't aware of what he was saying, Gerome was certain of that!

And yet... there was no heat to his words, no anger... He hadn't pushed Inigo away or stormed off. Truthfully he wasn't sure what to do.