Roman's continuing to watch Raylan, resisting the urge to--to something. He's not sure what. Laugh, maybe, because the situation is so weird. Hit Raylan upside the head for being an idiot is a strong contender, too. He weighs both options, decides not to, and exhales.

"Shoulda, coulda woulda," he echoes, but it doesn't sit right with him. Raylan doesn't sit right with him, not right now.

Fuck it.

"I don't think it's the coolest idea to sweep how you're feeling under a rug, I'm just saying. Maybe the fact that you've put yourself on a weird pedestal is finally getting to you." It's one thing to admit there wasn't anything Raylan could do within the situation. It's another to dismiss having a breakdown in the corner of a cabin entirely.