Roman would had given anything to use his abilities on his brother and take the sadness out of his voice. They both didn't need to be miserable. It was Roman's place in the world to make mistakes and pay for them, he realized that his first year at Seagram. He folded his hands in front of his face, having played with his cup and no longer caring to drink the contents.
There was a moment of silence after Bob's questions. How could he answer them truthfully? Roman's mission from Woo had a 'by any means necessary' clause to it. He did what was needed to be done, though that didn't mean that he was going out randomly hurting people. Any orders he was given were carried out in the manner of Roman's choosing because his abilities allowed him a less fatal solution to things. Not completely lacking in fatalities though. Roman had blood on his hands from more than just the agent that he killed to get into his position at the Syndicate.
"I cannot discuss much more about my duties, Bob." He finally answered, a hardness in his voice but an apology in his eyes. "I am put into situations that the higher ups deem suitable for my skills." From both sides.
Glancing around the shop, he released an alert pheromone to keep people from coming near them and occupy their minds enough to not want to hear what they were saying. "Promise me that you'll stay safe and not leave campus without someone else." He pleaded. "Even if you want to see me again, bring Harper with you or Asher." Roman took a breath, his voice a whisper. "I wish everything could be easier for us, and I'm trying... trying to make you see that-" He stopped, shaking his head.
Why couldn't he just laugh with his brother and act normal? Why did worry have to thread itself through every fiber of his being? The only other two people beside the workers in the coffee shop suddenly jumped from their seats, packed up their stuff and left. Roman's pheromones were getting out of control. His trigger had never really been a problem so he didn't have a mental handle on his abilities when it was there. He needed Harper to act as his buff, though he knew she was the other person who set off his trigger as she had become the closest person in his life.
Taking a deep breath, he focused. Heard the coo of Harper's voice in his mind and took control of his abilities, trigger or not. He sat back in his chair, the stoic look he had perfected over the years settling back on his features. "Thanksgiving is a kind of rubbish holiday, isn't it?"