Peter might have told Roman he wasn't his secretary, but then, he didn't particularly want to deal with a ghost. He was good. Spirits should be invisible and only around when they call to them, not just walking around for people to see- that was a cursed soul and Peter had enough going on. Having answered the phone, it did not make him feel any better about the entire situation. It made zero sense, but what in their lives really did.
"We can be pissed later. We have separate rooms to be pissed in." Peter kept his eyes on the area around them. "I really wish I was high to explain this. I could use a smoke."
Supposedly they could just go to their hotel rooms, but, if he was honest with himself, he had not wanted to leave Roman. Not really. Linda had told him as soon as he had arrived home that they needed to go. Linda was the better runner, Peter just followed suit. What else could he do. But whatever Roman remembered, Peter had not gotten there yet. He was a hair away from it, but, he had intended to say goodbye- maybe?