"Hup," hiccuped Roman indignantly. He found a little corner where the sofa arm met the back and curled up into a small orange ball. "Hup."

He had some thinking to do. Soon as Zack left for work he'd easily let himself out and return to his life of devil's dealing. That was one thing he wouldn't be able to stop. He wasn't sure if he could make it back here every night either. One day Zack would come home to an empty appartment. It'd break the guy's heart. It might be better to rip off the band aid early. He was obviously Not Okay but that really wasn't any of his business. Nothing said he couldn't stop by the shop from time to time to say hello in human form.

But the guy had given him two whole cans of tuna and had kept him warm in the snow.

UGH why was being good so hard.