Office Hours - We Could Be

[shieldof]

[Faith's door remains closed, the brass "PRIVATE" plaque silent and unyielding. Trying to force the door yields no results, but- she said you could contact her here, so just go ahead and knock. Worst case scenario, you're no worse off than before, right?]

((OOC: Please tag your top-levels with the appropriate week and day.))

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[shieldof]

Oh-

[Oh.]

That- has this been weighing on you this entire time, Sir Roman?

[cratetraining]

You didn't know about it? Does she not tell you what these fucking incentives are gonna be?

[His tone is distrustful, already guarding himself in case Faith hurls another condescending form of pity towards him.]

[shieldof]

They do not, no- it-

[She stops, looking into a spot in the air.]

Tell me. What actually killed Logan Roy?

[cratetraining]

[He tenses up when Faith asks the question, that moment of getting a call from fucking Tom of all people flashing in his mind.

"Hey, Roman. Uh...your dad's very sick."

There'd been a lot of chaos over the phone: something about Logan being short of breath and going into the bathroom, someone having to break in and now they were doing chest compressions, Tom telling them that he'd put the phone by Logan's ear if there was anything they wanted to say and asking for Shiv. Roman knows he said something then buckled and gave the phone to Kendall, but what did he say?

Did he say he loved him? Was Logan even alive to hear that? Why did Logan start breathing wrong? Had he listened to the message Roman sent? What were the last words his dad heard from him?]

...don't.

[It's all Roman can get out.]

[shieldof]

[Faith frowns for a moment, eyes flickering as she stares into space, receiving word Roman can't hear.]

What do you MEAN, it-

[She blinks, looking back to Roman, returning to what passes for reality here.]

What- you don't wish to know?

[cratetraining]

That's what Solarface wants me to kill over, right? Won't she fucking hex your tongue the minute you try to tell me whether I made Dad's chest explode?

[His eyes can't fully hide just how much he's wondering what that reaction Faith has is about. His efforts to keep a hand busy and scratch at his scalp feels a bit more anxious.]

[shieldof]

Your concern for my safety is truly touching.

[...]

...That was sarcasm. I apologize, this should be beneath me.