You said we come back, I was comin’ back from wherever we go when that happens. You know I woulda killed him the moment I got back. No fuckin’ questions asked.

[He fucked up. Should have been here, would have protected Roman from whatever series of decisions that led up to what happened. Yet, he wasn’t. So it is his fault.

Wanting to apologize, but not knowing how, Victor reaches out to Roman’s hand. Can’t do much hand holding like this, but he wraps his arms around Roman’s thumb. Affection if not terribly awkward, Victor pats the leather.]

You don’t have to fuckin’ say it.