[Bullshit of course. It's their oxygen, their mother tongue. Roman gladly latches onto that. Something that's not hurting and death.]
Yeah. I am.
[Trying to keep it together and feeling like he's running a fever under his skin can make a man mighty thirsty. He only has a vague sense of something is amiss. Peter will tell him in his own time. Hopefully.]
Whatever you got's good.
[With a sigh he starts to take off the cardigan. That'll help.]
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Date: 2014-08-12 07:58 am (UTC)[Bullshit of course. It's their oxygen, their mother tongue. Roman gladly latches onto that. Something that's not hurting and death.]
Yeah. I am.
[Trying to keep it together and feeling like he's running a fever under his skin can make a man mighty thirsty. He only has a vague sense of something is amiss. Peter will tell him in his own time. Hopefully.]
Whatever you got's good.
[With a sigh he starts to take off the cardigan. That'll help.]