He knew he was being hard on Peter, from the moment he opened his mouth, but he couldn't help himself. The image of Peter and Nadia with someone else - someone who wasn't Letha or Miranda, anyway - but Roman realised that as time went on the likelihood of him finding a new family grew. Which left him where, exactly? Alone again? He didn't even have Shelley in this stupid fucking world!
"I'm not your fucking Mom," thank god, Roman thought to himself. "I'd have thought after almost loosing her once, you'd have been a little more thoughtful," he snapped, going over to the fridge and starting to make up Nadia a bottle. "Alright then. Just don't fucking forget, okay?" he tried to get his temper under control as he warmed the bottle up in the microwave and handed it to Peter to give to Nadia. "So, you guys go alone?" he asked, unable to disguise the fear in his voice as he asked the question, "or was it just the two of you?"