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Opening his eyes, Roman glanced around his small bedroom while his vision adjusted. The cold floor hitting his bare foot made shivers run up his spine. Tonya’s bed across the room was empty; the room felt barren without her, neither of them had held onto any material possessions to ‘decorate’ their room. Not that either of them would want that.
Roman reached for the lamp’s cord, tugging on it to let some light into the room. The clock's hands ticked by as he sat on the edge of his bed. Nine-Twenty eight, Nine-Twenty nine, Nine-Thirty. Roman muttered something to himself as he finally stood up to get dressed, he would've wasted away if he sat there any longer.
Once clothed, Roman lurked through the hallway to find the other forms of life rotting away in the bunker. As he passed by Renata’s room, he could hear her talking to Finn. She always coddles him, like a weak lamb with a target around its neck. He could never be brought up the same way I was, he wouldn't survive, Roman thought to himself as he swung around the corner to the kitchen. The sound of conversation caught his attention.
Tonya stood in the middle of the crowd sipping on a cup of black coffee, her face looked empty. She must've skipped her makeup today. It looked… nice, the only compliment Roman could weasel out. Her gaze was caught on the taller Wincheaster flipping soggy bread in a pan, Roman narrowed his eyes slightly. Unlike Dean, Sam was slightly more tolerable for Roman and Tonya.
Roman takes a seat as Renata makes her way around him, Finn following behind her close. A stained mug is slid in front of him, a cup of plain black tea. He looks in front of him, watching Tonya’s ring-covered hand slip away from the mug. She had made him tea before he woke up. He slowly took a sip before returning back to her. He returned a weaker, semi-forced smile to hers.
“How are you this morning?” Tonya had finally spat out after a bit of silence. “I’m doing fine, thank you.” Roman returned. “Uh-huh.” Tonya nodded a bit, setting her cup of coffee down. “That’s good.” She returned to the counter with the others, Renata handing her a plate of overcooked French toast. Tonya looked down at it before letting out a snorting laugh.
A laugh. Tonya hasn't laughed like that in a while. A real laugh. Roman's face stayed neutral as he took another sip of his tea. People usually feel content when in a good place, protected, part of the loop. Roman did not. How could he? Staying in the same place as the person he hated, THEY hated, his whole life. Yet, she didn’t feel that way. Not anymore.
“Tonya.” Roman turned to her, and her laughing died down as she walked over to him. “Yes, what’s the matter?” Tonya’s face brightened a bit as Roman requested her. “Will you be accompanying me on my travels later this afternoon?” he tilted his head a bit as he leaned back in his chair to face her.
Tonya’s face softened a bit, she set a hand on the back of his chair. “Of course, Roman.” Upon hearing this, Roman smiled a bit. “Good.” He turned back to the table, almost as if he was excusing her. Just like their younger days, Roman still had more control in their relationship, her puppy dog eyes full of want. The same eyes Tyler Leighton had when he stayed the night. The same eyes Tonya Leighton has now, hanging out with Winchester and Mother Lamb.
Tonya’s expression shifted as she sighed and returned to the others; like always, she put Roman above everything else. He never wants to hurt her in the end, but they both know… He can’t give her what she truly wants.