"Mm," Roland says, and finds them both falling over. Well, they both seem to be keeping their hold on one another even so, so that's alright. "You'll, ah, you'll have to," he murmurs, flumping gently sideways onto the mattress and, once he gets there, pressing his face a little further into Signless' hair. And then it's done - with the soft bed underneath him, and that much missed and welcome presence in front, the arena is over. Roland pulls Signless closer, one last, most important movement. Then he sleeps.