[All the tension in Peter's eyes and face make a bowling ball of a weight settle deeper into Roman's stomach. He's been convinced that grief has been making him feel unsettled. This isn't like a dead classmate, it's his sister. The bite is like a cut or so he has convinced himself the past few hours.]
Hot. Tired. It's sore but fuck, you know? It's a bite. They do that. ...Right?
[Roman holds out his arm. He hasn't taken any recreational drugs outside of pot since waking up from a coma. A pill or three would be great right now. Something's kept him.]
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[All the tension in Peter's eyes and face make a bowling ball of a weight settle deeper into Roman's stomach. He's been convinced that grief has been making him feel unsettled. This isn't like a dead classmate, it's his sister. The bite is like a cut or so he has convinced himself the past few hours.]
Hot. Tired. It's sore but fuck, you know? It's a bite. They do that. ...Right?
[Roman holds out his arm. He hasn't taken any recreational drugs outside of pot since waking up from a coma. A pill or three would be great right now. Something's kept him.]
You want me to take the bandage off?