Roman starred at Peter, waiting for him to catch up...unless there was more than one new girl on the scene that he hadn't mentioned already. When his buddy was horny he moved fast, look at Letha. Pretty much engaged and playing step-pop in no time flat! "Yes, Sam!" finally. "Who else would I be talking about? I mean, should I be worried that you're bringing Nadia around people she might lash out at?" Okay, that was total bull-shit and he knew it, but he was on the back foot here and didn't know how to get himself out of the hole he was rapidly falling into.
"You don't, huh?" Roman stubbed out his cigarette, the nicotine not nearly cutting to the core of his restlessness. "Fine, let me spell it out," he said looking Peter dead in the eye. "You, me, Miranda and Nadia - that worked. We fit. But Miranda's gone and she ain't coming back, which leaves you, Nadia and me." Roman ran a hand through his hair, "and I don't want another Miranda fucking it up, okay?" The rest Peter could fill in with his imagination; he wasn't putting everything out there. "I'm not loosing my shit and you don't need D, or your Mom, just like I don't need Shelley cause we have this," he gestured to the apartment, the three of them with Nadia. Roman started pacing, grabbing a joint from his cigarette packet in the hope it would mellow him out a little, though he didn't hold out much hope right now.