the thing is, roman wasn't going to give a eulogy about logan roy, his dad. he was going to give a speech about logan roy, his media mogul father.
then ewan happened.
clearly all the logan lore ewan dropped was stuff that kendall, shiv, and roman hadn't heard before. it's why they couldn't look away and listened intently. they were waiting for the moment where they could fully groan and go, 'oh great, here we go' and have someone escort ewan away. but then their jaws kinda dropped. because ewan actually gave an honest and sincere account of their father. ewan is probably one of the few other people in the room who actually knew logan. the person logan. not the media mogul titan logan. and that's why roman couldn't speak afterward. he was about to go onstage and spew a bunch of political, business-related bullshit about his father without actually ever saying anything real (we know this because his entire practice speech was about his dad's accomplishments). ewan came in and destroyed that plan. he forced roman to contend with the reality of his father as a human being, who roman misses very dearly and loved very much.
it wasn't hard to "pre-grieve" a media titan. of course roman was blasé about that. but he never grieved his dad
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It begins, innocently enough, with a carton of orange juice.
Roy has never cared for the stuff, but Jamie is round at his house at 6am every morning after training, and he loves it. Roy figures he might as well make breakfast for them both while they're there, so the next time he's at the supermarket he picks up a carton and shoves it into the fridge.
And there's really no point in Jamie going home to shower before team training, is there? That would be a waste of everyone's time, so he showers at Roy's. Soon enough Roy's bathroom is full of expensive hair conditioner and elaborate skincare products and the inevitable cans of Lynx which start to crowd his shelves, but whatever.
And then Jamie starts turning up for weekly Lust Conquers All watch parties, and it's not quite clear how that happened. Roy wouldn't admit it on pain of death, but he likes having an excuse to watch the show and having someone to bitch about the terrible contestants and the unfair eliminations with.
And Jamie is right there, so it would be rude not to offer him dinner, wouldn't it? Roy likes to cook, and it's just as easy to cook for two as for one. Then suddenly Roy's kitchen cupboards are full of Jamie's favourite brands of soy sauce and Tabasco and rice cakes, but that's okay because at least now Roy can keep an eye on his diet.
And when Jamie is round and it's getting late and they've got 4am training tomorrow, he might as well stay the night. So what was Roy's guest room becomes Jamie's room. And if, on occasion, when they're both knackered from a hard match and ready to pass out, Jamie collapses into Roy's bed, tucked up next to him, snuffling and cuddly and infuriatingly, wonderfully Jamie, then that's no one's business but theirs.
Roy keeps finding bright orange joggers and graffiti-covered hoodies in his laundry pile, but Jamie still complains of having nothing to wear, so Roy tosses him one of his old Chelsea shirts. Then somehow Roy's entire cupboard full of old kits becomes Jamie's wardrobe, and Roy gets kind of used to waking up to find Jamie in the kitchen, making coffee, with KENT printed across his back.
At some point it's been weeks since Jamie was at his place, and Roy caved ages ago and gave Jamie his own set of keys, and it would be odd, frankly, for him not to be here, in Roy's space, sprawling on Roy's sofa and eating Roy's leftovers, and dropping his feet into Roy's lap with that ridiculous grin that makes the corners of Roy's mouth twitch upwards involuntarily.
"Marry me." Roy blurts it out, some instinct rising up directly from the very centre of his chest and exiting via his mouth with no input whatsoever from his brain.
"The fuck?" Jamie blinks at him, slowly, like he's approaching a wounded animal.
"Oh." Roy thinks fast. "It's a joke. Because you're always here, right, and we spend all this time together, and we're practically married." He forces what he hopes is a jovial smile. "Haha?"
Jamie gives him an odd look. "Riiiight."
Roy fiddles with the TV remote, then glances over at Jamie, then looks away again, then looks back. Jamie is still staring at him, a look of utter bafflement on his face. "I mean." Roy's leg bounces anxiously. "Unless... ?"
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