Peter took a long drag, staring off into space. Weird was normal for him but this was a different level.
His gaze shifted back to Roman. "Yeah," his eyes flicked to his mouth and back up. "I don't want separate rooms either." The voice on the phone seemed rather insistent to give them rooms on different floors even. The fact that Roman got more answers out of the ghost did not surprise him all too much.
"I couldn't handle it. Okay. Linda... Linda said it was the only way. That I'd fucking have a long life and that with that comes disappointment and sadness." He took another drag. "I wasn't ready to leave. Okay. I was just couldn't function. I didn't want to have to think about it." Peter understood he was selfish.
"We're here though. So. Let's look around and figure out what's happening now." He nodded his head. "You can yell at me later."