"I thought so," Roman answers automatically with a small smile and unconcealed amusement, "Don't worry, I remember being excitable during those days. I would probably annoy myself now." He has a lot of patience to spare in order to keep Chaldea running as it does. He takes his self-depreciation with good humor.
When he offers to play with him (he's no fool to not recognize a poorly worded excuse), his eyes widen. He's never expected him to actually want to spend time with him willingly. "Really?" he utters more startled than he has wanted to show.
His next question is hard to face. "I'm a chicken, so it's natural that I want to run away and hide," he admits openly. That is the only thing he can be honest with everyone. "I didn't think I'd had to become the leader here, it's..." Stressing, familiar, he wants to meet expectations, but he's so afraid he is losing himself he if becomes the leader they need him to be. He can't tell Waver this. He pushes a strand of his hair anxiously. "You think I have the potential," he wonders aloud, and shows he's paid attention to his observation, "But not everything is a natural talent, Lord El Melloi II."
It's really hard for him to concede he's probably not a bad choice to be the acting Director, nonetheless, what makes him miserable isn't administrating but facing up with choices that ultimately upset people.
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When he offers to play with him (he's no fool to not recognize a poorly worded excuse), his eyes widen. He's never expected him to actually want to spend time with him willingly. "Really?" he utters more startled than he has wanted to show.
His next question is hard to face. "I'm a chicken, so it's natural that I want to run away and hide," he admits openly. That is the only thing he can be honest with everyone. "I didn't think I'd had to become the leader here, it's..." Stressing, familiar, he wants to meet expectations, but he's so afraid he is losing himself he if becomes the leader they need him to be. He can't tell Waver this. He pushes a strand of his hair anxiously. "You think I have the potential," he wonders aloud, and shows he's paid attention to his observation, "But not everything is a natural talent, Lord El Melloi II."
It's really hard for him to concede he's probably not a bad choice to be the acting Director, nonetheless, what makes him miserable isn't administrating but facing up with choices that ultimately upset people.