[ She asks what's wrong with him, and though it takes a moment, Roman understands those words are associated with her general annoyance at not being able to sleep. She couldn't know it yet, of course, that there is something truly wrong with him and that her statement is oddly and perfectly apt. Her outburst is borne merely of frustration in the moment, and he knows that.
He was a terrible person who did terrible, evil things once, but he doesn't get angry unless truly provoked. He doesn't express frustration the way most people do. Those emotions are all there, under the surface, they do come out, but they come out in quick, concentrated bursts. A situation like this isn't enough to compel any of those emotions from him, and he simply looks over at her with a calm expression, stopping in his tracks. ]
I'm...sorry.
[ Moving, he flattens himself against the wall, deciding perhaps that simply staying out here in the corridor is the best option. He won't sleep well, but it's better than laying there alone. ]
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He was a terrible person who did terrible, evil things once, but he doesn't get angry unless truly provoked. He doesn't express frustration the way most people do. Those emotions are all there, under the surface, they do come out, but they come out in quick, concentrated bursts. A situation like this isn't enough to compel any of those emotions from him, and he simply looks over at her with a calm expression, stopping in his tracks. ]
I'm...sorry.
[ Moving, he flattens himself against the wall, deciding perhaps that simply staying out here in the corridor is the best option. He won't sleep well, but it's better than laying there alone. ]