Forget the fact that there's freaky shit going on that should be leaving the entire town in an insomniac state. Roman feels like he can't sleep for other reasons.
He's pissed.
He kind of doesn't like the way Peter hangs with Letha. He hates it, in fact. It fucks with him somewhere deep down inside, for a reason he can't quite pinpoint. He loves his cousin with all his heart -- however much that means, because do Godfreys even have hearts? -- and Peter is his best friend -- only friend? -- and so it really shouldn't matter, right? But it does.
All he knows is he feels a restless sort of anger. He wants to pace back and forth, he can't keep still. And so -- fuck his mother and her batshit, obsessive behaviour and rules -- he decides to go for a midnight wander. If his wandering takes him close to Peter's, well, then, that's just a coincidence.
One hand's shoved in the pocket of his black coat as he walks, the other carrying a bottle of bourbon by the neck, the bottle clearly already fairly gotten-into. His car's parked not far away from Peter's place. He's not sure what he really wants out of this. He'll be satisfied just seeing Peter and Letha apart, he thinks, because shit, it's like they're joined at the hip lately.
He doesn't see Letha's car tonight, and so that's a good start. Maybe that will be enough -- maybe he'll go home with just that observation made. He leans against the side of his car, taking a swig from the bottle, idly watching. ]
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Forget the fact that there's freaky shit going on that should be leaving the entire town in an insomniac state. Roman feels like he can't sleep for other reasons.
He's pissed.
He kind of doesn't like the way Peter hangs with Letha. He hates it, in fact. It fucks with him somewhere deep down inside, for a reason he can't quite pinpoint. He loves his cousin with all his heart -- however much that means, because do Godfreys even have hearts? -- and Peter is his best friend -- only friend? -- and so it really shouldn't matter, right? But it does.
All he knows is he feels a restless sort of anger. He wants to pace back and forth, he can't keep still. And so -- fuck his mother and her batshit, obsessive behaviour and rules -- he decides to go for a midnight wander. If his wandering takes him close to Peter's, well, then, that's just a coincidence.
One hand's shoved in the pocket of his black coat as he walks, the other carrying a bottle of bourbon by the neck, the bottle clearly already fairly gotten-into. His car's parked not far away from Peter's place. He's not sure what he really wants out of this. He'll be satisfied just seeing Peter and Letha apart, he thinks, because shit, it's like they're joined at the hip lately.
He doesn't see Letha's car tonight, and so that's a good start. Maybe that will be enough -- maybe he'll go home with just that observation made. He leans against the side of his car, taking a swig from the bottle, idly watching. ]