[ peter gives him a knowing squint before pulling back to slide an easy-going arm around roman's shoulders. he looks at the mirror in front of the both of them and appraises the reflection warmly. it's the truth, a strange truth. roman fletcher's face remains strangely unchanged in his mind, though he can't say he's let it bother him before. he then frowns, though clearly it isn't a very serious one, erring more on the side of theatricality. ]
I suppose you are, but you'd never know it with a face like that.
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I suppose you are, but you'd never know it with a face like that.