Roman didn't answer immediately; he just stared at me before he averted his gaze, sighing as his hand moved to run through his hair, but he stopped when he realized it would mess up his hair. He dropped his hand, his fists curling into a fist. He laughed once, but there was no amusement in the sound: it just sounded bitter.
“I don't… I don't know,” he admitted. “I just felt this… irritation, and I snapped. I didn't mean to.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him, reaching out and rubbing his arm. “It’s okay.”
He released a breath, nodding towards the car, and I got in.
The ride to his office was smooth and silent. Not the kind of heavy silence I usually sit in, just a… soft silence. When we got to his office, my mouth fell open as I stared at the enormous building that stretched to the sky.
“My
