Well, you know, Rumancek boys have a long history of making their mothers cringe.

[It's bullshit, artfully crafted, paired to a wink and a grin. As if everything is okay, status normal. As if he's not selfishly keeping Roman here with him because he's afraid he won't be there in the morning and he wants to hold onto everything he can. Not that he's admitting to that -- it would ruin that image of the boy that doesn't give a shit about anyone.]

I don't, but I'd make one just for you.

[A crooked grin, followed by a shrug of his shoulders.]

Some of 'em. Mostly the old ones. [A pause.] you sure you're alright?