[ There it is. Roman's head cants a fraction of an inch to the side, watching Angelo closely despite his completely unbothered posture. It's not much, but there's a button Roman has definitely pushed, and despite his aforementioned lack of want to blackmail, he still looks for shit like this. Old habits.

Then again: Angelo has a shit dad. Of course bringing it up spooks him. Doesn't take a fucking rocket scientist to figure it out. Roman makes a noise, something noncommittal in the back of his throat. ]

He hit you, which, whatever-- [ no, not whatever Roman ] --but then he decided it was cool to be extra cunty about it. Someone tried to intervene.