disclaimer: i do not own eragon.
"Eragon!" For the second time that day, Roran cried his name out in anger. He tried to fight the other boy off, but despite his size, Eragon was much stronger than he was. He trapped Roran's hands above his head so that he could see his face.
This time, Eragon knew the streaks had been from tears. His eyes were also red.
"Are you crying?" he asked, astounded.
In answer, Roran threw him off.
Eragon landed on the floor next to him with a grunt but recovered quickly enough. He stared at the other boy, confounded.
"Why are you crying?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"What wouldn't I understand?"
When he remained silent, Eragon sniffed. "You should be grateful, you know. I came all this way to check up on you."
Roran rolled his eyes and turned away. "I'm not in the mood."
"Why are you acting this way?" Eragon demanded. "Did something happen?"
"Go away, Eragon."
"No," Eragon was blunt. "Why are you crying? Are you hurt?"
"No."
"Did you get in a fight?"
"No."
"Then why...?"
Roran was silent again, sniffling and wiping his eyes unsuccessfully. He bit his lip. "...my, my mother died."