[ Roman's always had a high quality to his voice--a light, nasal quality that's always accentuated every joke, every well placed social jab, every brush-off. It's different now. Roman's pitch is raised and it sounds far more like a keening dog than it does anything else.
He's listening to Eiffel. Without any hesitation he listens, pays attention, trusts his best friend as he's trying to breathe, trying to focus on keeping himself steady. It's working until it suddenly doesn't. Roman's hands finally raise to hug him back, clawing at his back in an attempt to somehow pull him closer and he begins to sob. ]
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He's listening to Eiffel. Without any hesitation he listens, pays attention, trusts his best friend as he's trying to breathe, trying to focus on keeping himself steady. It's working until it suddenly doesn't. Roman's hands finally raise to hug him back, clawing at his back in an attempt to somehow pull him closer and he begins to sob. ]
I'm sorry.