Blood cleared away, Roman walks through the halls backstage, smiling softly at people who are offering their condolences or nodding with frowns, upset he didn’t win. Blowing out a breath, he finds himself surprised to see Styles sitting on the ground, head down, and heads over to the man, arching an eyebrow. “Why aren’t ya up an’ about celebratin’?” He asks after standing still for a few moments, unsure of what’s going through the older man’s mind.
& @regisauster wanted a post mania thing.





