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roman makes a noise of understanding, eyes dropping to scan over the woman's frame only for lips to quirk in amusement at the sight of his missing hoodie swamping her smaller frame. "unfortunately couldn't get rid of this lug that easily," asher manages to quip, though the words are clearly strained - the actions of that evening still weighing heavily on him. "pretty sure you would've been able to hear those engines from bed just as easy as would coulda from the couch," roman notes, shooting the other man a look as if to warn him away if he's incapable of screwing his head back on straight while stepping in in an attempt to draw winnie's attention back to himself. "how were things tonight while we were gone? anyone give you anything trouble?"
a scoff escapes the other man as he trudges further into the space - heading in the direction of where he knows he'll find a cold beer, and only hesitating long enough to raise a brow in the direction of roman, who nods silently in confirmation. "as if she'd let anyone get away with it." still, it's something asher wants to know just the same.