Rowland knew that this sort of opportunity didn't strike the same person twice. This all left him buzzing with anxiety whilst he tried to keep his food in one place amidst his indecisive intestines whilst his brain fried with his earlobes on his shoulders.
He figured he might as well put his fingers in a light socket, swearing that he smelt bacon or mistook the smell of his burning brain for the beef strips.
He didn't even want to talk about the cops... But had them in mind.
Rowland even just then realised that he had come all this way without a real backup plan, and how easy it was to get lost in Nick's little world, knowing that He at times could be such a boon when he really wanted something, which gave Rowland a feel for second hand carelessness knowing that Nick wanted him for e
