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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

A funeral.

[His voice is quiet, calm and even in a way he so rarely employs, as he holds Roman tight, one hand just free enough to drag fingers lightly against Roman's scalp.]

Just you, me, the Enclosure. We'll get you a bottle of something strong and you can tell me what a crappy dad he was.

[betacuck]

[ It's not that the thought itself is shocking. It's a sweet gesture, a good gesture, and Eiffel is exactly the type of person to be thoughtful enough to say it. He knows fundamentally that he and Eiffel are friends--best friends, if he's got anything to say about it--but he's so caught off guard by the fact that someone is doing it for him that he stops crying altogether, pulling back only to look at the other in bleary, tear-stained confusion. ]

Really?

[littletonoidea]

Really really.

[His own eyes might be a little red now, empathy to Roman's state leaving wet streaks down his shirt front.]

Whenever you're ready. Doesn't have to be today, if you don't wanna. But- yeah. Just let me know and we can get that ball rolling.

[betacuck]

[ Really really, Eiffel says, like it's easy and that's all it takes to spread a little bit of kindness and sympathy around, all hippie kumbaya bullshit.

But he likes it. It feels real. He can't remember the last time a conversation like this felt real, not at home at least--Eiffel has no other motive other than getting off the weird perch on this couch. He's just Roman's friend. This is what actual, real friends do.

Roman exhales loudly. ]

Thank you. [ It's mumbled, quiet. He breathes in and out, just like Eiffel's instructed, and that helps, too. ]

I'm worried about Kendall.

[littletonoidea]

Did he crank it too hard 'cos he still can't feel his dick after the Incident?

[It's a stupid comment, one he doubts Roman even fully remembers the origin of, but at least it's something that might break the tension and help Roman breathe a little easier.]

[betacuck]

[ Even like this, eyes red rimmed and his whole world rocked, Roman will never forget a single moment where he gleefully threw Kendall under the bus, fictionalized or no. He nods solemnly, wiping his nose with the back of his hand as he sniffs. The incident. ]

It's the real reason why his kids aren't actually his.

[ That's neither here nor there. Roman clears his throat. ]

You know how he's... like you, right? With the whole, uh, needing to abstain from alcoholic fun?

[littletonoidea]

[There are definitely worse ways to phrase 'so you know that my brother's an addict', but it's definitely the one that Eiffel's most okay with. People say addict isn't a dirty word, but the looks you get when you say it sure are. And honestly he's kind of just relieved that he can be an example of a decent one for Roman to compare to.]

Yeah. I still kinda remember you taking him home from a bad party one time.

[betacuck]

[ 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.