There is comfort in the fact Roman is where he suspected. Roman is reliable, as much as he is a total dork, and it feels reassuring to have that. Alexander is young and wild and unpredictable, and for all the whirlwind it has been, both physically and emotionally, there is a call to well, balance things for a bit. There are few better counterbalances than Roman.

"I..." he says, trying not to be distracted by the screen. "I wanted to come and apologize. I haven't seen you much."

And I feel bad about it. That much is evident, and Lord El-Melloi II moves to stand perpendicular to the console, hip resting against it. He sighs, a little weary, a lot embarrassed.

"And that's unacceptable to me."