Roland grunts, taking a slightly too-wide step over a dip in the sidewalk as he studies the Signless. That news about Karkat, bleak as it may be, is not really news because it is nothing Roland had not already expected. It is also, he thinks, all there is to say on the matter, and so for tonight he follows Signless' lead and lets it be.

"Mm," he says, and runs a hand roughly over the back of Signless' neck. "You're alright. Done this plenty of times before, haven't you? And come home far worse than this after it." Roland notices neither his use of the word home, nor the way his hand is still moving in invisible patterns over Signless' neck and the top of his back. One of those things would have been pleasant to notice; the other possibly not. Maybe the two cancel each other out.