"No, you weren't about to leave. You left, you fucking jerk. How does that solve anything. She's gone. Letha, the baby, Shelley and you thought-" He looked down at his arm that was healing. It happened at home too, but this was a lot faster than he would expect. "And where the fuck is the staff? Why isn't someone cleaning this up?"
All of this sounded a little too crazy even for them. Shared dreams seemed almost normal. This felt to solid until- "Fuck." He stared at a point behind Peter, eyes wide in surprise as he looked at a ghost. "I'm high. That's the only explanation, but- Turn around and tell me what you see." Would that even matter? If it was a dream then Peter would say whatever Roman wanted, but he had to try something. "Just-" He spun a finger around. "Turn around."