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"why don't you stay the night ?" the words leave his mouth faster than he can stop himself; it's evident from the way his eyes widen that roman's spoken more abruptly than he means to, but he tries to mask it with a glance elsewhere, a feigned air of indifference that around red he discovers he has to try harder to maintain. "i — had no plans tonight anyway, for a change. —— and i doubt you do, with work making up a tragically large part of your life." despite the smirk on his face, roman shoves his hands into his pockets, suddenly aware that he doesn't know what to do with them. "'sides, i was just about to cook dinner, and i always make it for one too many."
