Roman ;; 17 ;; No crush ;; Tags: Tiff
Roman gave a small nod at the information. Half of his mind was telling him to perhaps go and let one of the animals, and yet the other half of his mind made him extremely hesitant to do so. See, Roman hadn't really had any pets before, and so he was a bit nervous. And, of course, he ended up chickening out on the though of petting Tiff's pets.
Upon hearing her offer of taking a selfie together, the Russian opened his mouth to reply, but quickly shut it. It was strange how quickly this all seemed to change. One moment, Tiff seemed more than happy to have him here. But now- did she want him gone?
"I- oh. I mean, if you want me to go, that's chill." he replied, now frowning slightly as well.
He was just about to turn and leave, when he caught sight of that sad look on her face. Great, he couldn't just leave her here if something was most likely bothering her.
"Hey, is something the matter?"