pandora's box is about to open and he's digging himself a grave with each word he speaks. his voice stays stable, much to his joy. it doesn't betray him and show his nerves nor does it tremble as he forces himself to speak. stagnant, strong, roman's near proud of himself for dealing with this all as he is. posture is stiff and he tries to keep it that way. tries to keep up the facade of complete ABHORRENCE with this entire situation.
it’s a meeting alone, off in his designated space of the warehouse. where the walls are cold steel and the light doesn't reach, leaving the small offset room unfortunate to have this conversation. roman sits with the desk between them, giving him a margin of space to work with and room to think. not that it helps; roman feels himself slipping already and he’s not more than a few words in.
he's not quick on his feet, not with her. no matter what he does, SHE always sees through it. figures SHE can tell how much he dreads this now. how angry and frustrated he is with everything. the robberies, the constant work without so much as a goal in mind by the end of the day. it's been blind running and leading underneath her orders. he's tired of it.
❛ you owe me an explanation. for the dust and for whatever plan you have. if not... then i walk. ❜