[ It's a perfunctory warning muttered under his breath, because Kendall's used to the way Roman goes straight for someone's jugular when he needs to let off steam. That's one thing, but saying it behind their back is another, and Kendall feels responsible for making sure he doesn't get lazy with it. But whatever, he's not gonna start raking him over the coals when he's being handed a full glass of whiskey. Now is not the time to be picky, so he just swallows a mouthful and sighs. ]
Yeah. I went out to get cigarettes. Turns out a bunch of people were just, like, handing them out. I thought I was gonna have to fuckin' barter or something. You want one?
[ Kendall's bored annoyance signals that he's at least alright enough to get on Roman's case, which earns a quirk of his lips pushing upwards. Harassing siblings has its uses. He's still worried, he doesn't think he'll ever stop being worried about his older brother, but it lessons. Somewhat. Good. Kendall's gone out. That's the bare minimum, but it's something. ]
Good for you. It's hard to sell yourself when you look like that. [ Back to the japes. Japes are familiar. ] But uh...
[ Okay, so he doesn't want one. Kendall leans over to to tap some ash from his cigarette, eyeing him with the weary gaze of someone who is not in the mood to analyse his own feelings. He's actually trying very hard not to think about them. ]
Do I not look okay?
[ A beat. ]
Don't answer that. I'm fine, okay? I'm fucking – fine. It's whatever. I'm dead and I'm a prisoner on a spaceship with my brother who's also dead and the rest of our family is fuckin' nowhere to be seen. Could be worse, I guess, Dad could be here.
[ Roman's already starting the mental clock. Two sentences in on Kendall's schpiel and he's already bracing himself, readying for the inevitable descent into Kendall having a big ol' Breakdown.
It's not the first time the other's been like this, and Roman doesn't think it'll be the last, either. He shifts a little--squirms a little--and exhales through his nose, making the conscious decision to shelve the sardonic attitude. Just for a little. He tries to hide the flinch at the mention of their dad, too, though it's less obvious.
Is it weird he wants his dad here? Even after he's fucked them over? Logan Roy is a familiar, steadfast part of his life, despite it all. One he admires. ]
I mean...
[ Puke. Here it comes. The need to show vulnerability. ]
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[ It's a perfunctory warning muttered under his breath, because Kendall's used to the way Roman goes straight for someone's jugular when he needs to let off steam. That's one thing, but saying it behind their back is another, and Kendall feels responsible for making sure he doesn't get lazy with it. But whatever, he's not gonna start raking him over the coals when he's being handed a full glass of whiskey. Now is not the time to be picky, so he just swallows a mouthful and sighs. ]
Yeah. I went out to get cigarettes. Turns out a bunch of people were just, like, handing them out. I thought I was gonna have to fuckin' barter or something. You want one?
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Good for you. It's hard to sell yourself when you look like that. [ Back to the japes. Japes are familiar. ] But uh...
You're like, okay, right?
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Do I not look okay?
[ A beat. ]
Don't answer that. I'm fine, okay? I'm fucking – fine. It's whatever. I'm dead and I'm a prisoner on a spaceship with my brother who's also dead and the rest of our family is fuckin' nowhere to be seen. Could be worse, I guess, Dad could be here.
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It's not the first time the other's been like this, and Roman doesn't think it'll be the last, either. He shifts a little--squirms a little--and exhales through his nose, making the conscious decision to shelve the sardonic attitude. Just for a little. He tries to hide the flinch at the mention of their dad, too, though it's less obvious.
Is it weird he wants his dad here? Even after he's fucked them over? Logan Roy is a familiar, steadfast part of his life, despite it all. One he admires. ]
I mean...
[ Puke. Here it comes. The need to show vulnerability. ]
...We have each other, right? That's something.