Roman groaned internally. “No, you don't...you think you do, but you don't. You'll go home and be mad and...I don't know, c-cry and eat ice cream or whatever it is girls do. But then you'll get over it.” Though once he'd said it, Roman was pretty sure that was exactly what he'd do if he were in that situation. It was too late to take it back, but if he survived this encounter, he'd tuck that personal realization away for later.
“I did not summon you from the pits of Hell for emotional counseling!”
“I was at Dave's Dive...” Roman tugged a branded napkin out of his coat pocket. “It's like four blocks from here. My stomach hurts. C-can I leave?”
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