156 Can’t Your Forget?

Roman pinched between his brows, drawing a deep breath.

"Have you looked at yourself? You look like a broken vessel or something. What happened to you? Why have you changed…to this?" he asked with a look of disbelief on his face. 

Caesar gave him a moment's stare before snatching his hand. "I don't know what you are talking about." He proceeded to sit down, but Roman was quick to stand in front of him, preventing him from doing so. 

"Caesar, you damn well know what I'm talking about. Why do I smell depression from you?" Roman questioned. "Look at your eyes, they hold no light anymore. You don't even smile anymore, even if it's not a genuine one or a mischievous one. You look frustrated, and even your body language makes it all the more clear."