Roland makes a fair attempt to do so. The question of what to do with his legs does take him a moment, because they're sitting far too close for him to cross them and, after a brief try at curling them to one side, he decides just to keep them bent, knees up in front of him. And then he's settled. Well, there is a second when he wonders, given what he's sitting on, whether he should have taken off his shoes. Nevermind.

And another moment when he does the natural thing and curls his arm around Signless' shoulders, relaxing just a little more at the feeling of their sides pressed together. And yet - still not settled. He realizes his right arm, out of habit, has hung awkwardly down this whole time, still and unmoving. Not a habit he wants to keep. Nor one he needs to, for that matter, and Roland reminds himself of this by rolling his shoulder, feeling himself make an automatic grimace at the pain his body expects there, and placing the unused hand carefully in his lap.

Right. Now he can turn to Signless, ready, and he does, marveling at the sight of him, and so close. "Now," he says, and lets go of the shoulder under his hand to slide the backs of his fingers down over Signless' face. "What troubles thee? I'd hear, if the two of us are settled well enough for your piling."