Peter stood silently letting Roman have at. "Yeah, I was about to leave." He shrugged. "I didn't know what to do. So I did the only thing I know. The only way I don't completely fuck up everything-" All he wanted to do was run to escape his guilt. Peter had always been shit at dealing with serious issues. Run first.
He stared at him dumbfounded. "What? We hadn't left yet. Linda was packing-" Peter gestured behind him as if she would have been there as if they were standing in his trailer instead of some random lobby of a hotel.
"I didn't kill myself..." Peter rolled his eyes. Light eyes gazed around them. The place smelled of traces of animals; other wolves. "It wouldn't be the first time we shared a dream... This doesn't feel like one though..."