That seemed a reasonable request to Gerome. They have been taking their meals together since he had boarded the train, after all. Which was a good thing as Gerome now had a healthy dislike of the kitchens and did not like to go near there without someone as back up, should someone else attempt to murder him.

"I will meet you there." Gerome agreed, he was sure he could find his way without issue.

Just as he was sure he would be able to find his way to his cabin without a hand to hold. Slowly things were sinking in and he was learning where they were. Even knowing that there was still always something new he'd notice that he would need to question, but at the very least he was now able to identify most of the area's by name.

He took a step back and straightened his clothes, they had become a little rumpled and he was to find a wet patch on one shoulder where Inigo had cried on him. That would soon dry, he wasn't bothered by it as much as he might have been any other day. These tears had meant something, they weren't just Inigo being silly and dramatic as usual.

There was no goodbye nor a farewell, Gerome just lifted his hand as he turned and made his way out of that area and into the next. Why say farewell when he would see Inigo again soon?