[If he realized just how off-guard he'd caught Roman, he might have patted himself on the back, or some shit like that. Instead, he just sips at his beer and he waits, trying not to stare too obviously. He knows this has to be awkward as fuck. Peter's the only one here who knows just how out of character it is for him to work for a living. And maybe that's part of why he appreciates it so much. Roman's really trying; to fit in, to make whatever fucked up place this is work out.
He tries to casually chat up the tender, keep his mind off Roman, but it only works so well. But he stays, waiting until Roman gets up and walks away from the table and then he moves after him. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, trying to see casual and not like he's trailing on Roman's heels.
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He tries to casually chat up the tender, keep his mind off Roman, but it only works so well. But he stays, waiting until Roman gets up and walks away from the table and then he moves after him. He stuffs his hands in his pockets, trying to see casual and not like he's trailing on Roman's heels.
Even if he maybe is, just a little.]