He really hadn't needed Inigo to explain himself in more detail. That was the last thing Gerome had needed. If there had been any hope of him controlling the heat in his cheeks it was dashed once the other opened his mouth to speak again. And for all the assurances, Gerome couldn't help thinking Inigo was mistaken. Needed? Him? Of course not...

But he couldn't well call Inigo a liar. All he could do was try and take a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself.

"... I will... endeavour to remember." It was the best he could do. Of course he couldn't believe Inigo's words right then. But he hadn't yet moved away, so many there was a small part of Gerome that did believe... or wanted to believe.