Firo lets him take his hand, and he squeezes Roland's in return. "I do mean it." He bobs his head once. He doesn't say so because he thinks Roland doubts him; he says it to confirm the certainty of the promise.

He twists his head over his shoulder to follow Roland's gaze. It looks to him like the same spot he was so fixated on before. Firo straightens his back and squares his shoulders when he turns back around, doing what little he can to try to block what might be there. "Are you still lookin' at it? Maybe you should turn around."

With the hand Roland isn't holding, he reaches out to try and nudge his friend's shoulder.