[Any other time, Roman might admonish Victor for dirtying up his bathwater like that. Right now, he just collapses into his arms, nuzzling against Victor's scarred chest.]

Everyone here hates me. [He didn't intend to say that, but now that he did, he can't stop talking.] They don't respect me, Victor. And the city just lets them all get away with it! How is that fair?!