despite the hard running all the way from his house, he's not out of breath entirely. there is panting, and his eyes do look like he's been--- crying? no, that's not right. no way roman gallagher was crying. alright, maybe he was. but that was besides the point. the stress from being late was reason enough for him to get upset, but the fight with his mother that led to his inevitable grounding was the real tipper. they only took his phone and right out of the house, which happened to be the only real way he could contact his... girlf...? date? friend? like-liker? he has no idea how this shit works.
andbutso, roman gallagher wrestled his entire 6'2" frame out of a basement window with a shitty sweatshirt and jeans that he had liked prior, now they had stupid rips in them in order to run all the way to the park that he would call their "spot."
"h-hey." he pants, immediately falling onto the grass as soon as he thought he was in view. "sorry i-- sorry i was late. i got into trouble at home, no phone." a breath, "no outside. so i snuck out."
