[ Roman's head tilts slightly. ] Yeah. Family therapy. That, uh, that was, like, a meth den.

[ And it leads him right to his point: ] You already do way too much and I don't have way to pay you back, which, puke, by the way, but-- [ he clears his throat, voice still hoarse, and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. ]

Could you maybe, uh, make sure he doesn't...fall? I know him. I know Kendall. It's not a matter of if he backslides, it's going to be when.