[Clearly, America knew this, and when those pieces fall into place - his nervousness, how embarrassed he seemed to tell him, how he was clearly trying to blurt it out in a desperate effort to seem nonchalant- Roland can't stifle a bit of a laugh. Laughing isn't something he does too often, but when he does, it's affectionate - paternal, almost.]

-Sorry. It's not what you think; I'm happy for you two. Truly.

[He collects himself, beaming now. Could this be called young love? How sweet.]

You should have told me sooner. Ginger and I can give you some space when you need it.