[Lucky for his knees locking or else he might topple over too. Roman's never been a swooning type. There's too much going on with his senses. He may as well be high right now. His fingers gentle from the white knuckle hold they had. Dazed he watches Peter intently. If his eyes were spooky before, he must look possessed now.]
Je-Je tiens à vous descendez.
[He's still trying to catch his breath and not even bothering to try and fit his pants back on.]
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Je-Je tiens à vous descendez.
[He's still trying to catch his breath and not even bothering to try and fit his pants back on.]
Tell me what you want.
[Didn't they have food somewhere on the way-?]