Woo would be furious with Roman if he knew what Roman was pulling while all of New York was lining the streets, but Roman wanted to get through his brother's thick skull that he wasn't as safe as he thought he was. Seeing it finally sink in, Roman felt immediately terrible for using the man as a prop. He took away the pheromones he had put out and set off the signal pheromone he always started with that would make the whole odd experience fuzzy, if the old man remembered it at all. The man walked over to his table, picked up his newspaper and decided he no longer wanted to be there, leaving the coffee shop with the ringing of the bell on the door.
With a sigh, Roman sat down in the closest chair, splaying his hand over half of his face and trying to take a moment to stop reacting with such recklessness. "Sorry..." He whispered, almost hoping Bob wouldn't hear it. "I needed you to understand." Roman looked up at his brother. "We can watch the parade from the second level, but you shouldn't be off campus alone. Just because you can negate doesn't make you invincible." His words were soft, apology and regret laced through them.
Bob threw a switch in Roman that sent him off the deep-end and he didn't even know how to change it. It was instinctual. The fact that his older brother was the only one in the country who had the ability to set off his trigger could have been a major factor.