[ Roman's teeth bite down hard as he listens, temporarily startling him as he Eiffel explains a situation much more dire to how Roman got here. He can only picture it in a vague sense, in the way he can relate it to a movie or a book due to lack of any real experience: it's Interstellar, it's The Martian, it's Sunshine, but worse, because it's not Matt Damon. He actually knows the person its about.

It's kind of weird, hearing someone narrate their slow descent into hopelessness. Roman's face is pinched, and his gaze slides off of Eiffel's face altogether, shrugging, making a small noncommittal noise. ]

Well... [ He shrugs again, a rapid up-down-up of his shoulders and after a brief moment of contemplation he carefully lets go and lets himself float. ]

Yeah, sure, I mean, that sucks.

[ 'I'm all apart,' Kendall had said in Italy at their mother's wedding, weeping, sobbing, admitting his darkest secret as Roman and Siobhan listened. Roman had tried desperately to summon up anything he could, something to alleviate the situation. Focus on the tiny, tiny parts Kendall's story that show some sort of hope, or heroicism, or even just some levity. Roman clears his throat and tries that with Eiffel. ]

I don't know shit about space. I tried to accelerate the launch of one of our satellites so it could coincide with my sister's wedding, like it would be fireworks? And uh. Well. No one died, so win for me, I guess, but, um...

[ It's weird, floating, but it's strangely freeing. Roman tries his best to get as level as he can with Eiffel, even if he can't look him in the eye. ]

I'm just saying you got further than I would. Probably, like, most people. You're an idiot, but you're pretty fucking smart, I think. I'd bet my entire family fortune on the fact that because it was you in there doing shit, Captain Kirking with your big dick swinging around or whatever, that's why you made it. Are going to make it. Not luck or chance. But you.