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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]

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.