[Roman's free hand comes up and rubs over his own face.]

I didn't eat em. I-uh...took em out with my mouth. Fingers sort of [he's trying to recall his exact grim thoughts and put them in language that's not so unsettling] seemed clumsy? I took them out and then put them in a glass on the nightstand. I wanted them to look at just me.

[Yeah. Like that's any better or less fucking creepy. His own sense of repulsion makes him want to let go and shrink away from Peter but that would mean stopping this moment, being afraid himself.]

Fuck this place in the ass.