[Roman's supernatural lore is limited to fucking television and movies. This is Peter's territory and now the vagueness seems orchestrated. He has to know. He has to. Roman's face scrunches with worry and pain. Try not to freak out is damn good advice and he's on the verge.
Panting for breath to calm and actually breathe right is all he does in the other boy's rough hands.]
Sunrise? That's hours away.
[He's not going to cry. Not really. All these emotions are on the surface.]
Isn't there something you can do? You made her change, didn't you?
[She had a name. Roman doesn't care enough to use it. She had a life and took so many others and about destroyed his too.]
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Panting for breath to calm and actually breathe right is all he does in the other boy's rough hands.]
Sunrise? That's hours away.
[He's not going to cry. Not really. All these emotions are on the surface.]
Isn't there something you can do? You made her change, didn't you?
[She had a name. Roman doesn't care enough to use it. She had a life and took so many others and about destroyed his too.]