Roland forced a smile and kept eating his food, glad that at least Alexi seemed to be okay, and the issue Lucius was having was solved. For now, anyways. He gripped his sandwich tighter than necessary, his knuckles white, the bread and meats being crushed. The food wasn't working as well as he had hoped it would, the urge to take another pill, or find a store and buy some liquor, was stronger than he'd like. Perhaps if they could just go back to the apartment and sleep, he'd be okay... until the morning, at least.

As quick as he could, perhaps too quickly because his stomach wasn't exactly agreeing with him, Roland finished his food, eating the rest of the fries while barely tasting them. Now to just wait for the others. He tapped his fingers, a bit impatiently, on the table top, looking around the restaurant to distract himself. He had left the papers at the apartment, that mentioned what they'd be paid and the like. He had only glanced at him, it wasn't as much as he felt it should be, but he supposed since they were not paying for their apartment and stuff, perhaps that was why. What if he didn't do well in his job? If he was fired, would they be forced to leave since he wasn't working? Perhaps Alexi and Lucius would get to stay, at least. They'd probably be better off without him, anyways. He was sure when people started recognizing who he was, and it got around that he was here, it wasn't going to go well.