[ He cried. Angelo can still remember it. He's not gonna say that, though, because it's fucking embarrassing and he actually likes Roman. He's needled his own brother enough times about being a crybaby, but that's because Ludo deserved it. ]
So it's a family business?
[ As in, his father will need someone to take over after he kicks the bucket. It's an uncomfortable thought, because Angelo's all too familiar with how that feels. Roman has, at least, two siblings. Kendall had seemed like the oldest from what Angelo remembers of the memory, and Angelo doesn't feel like it'd be entirely wrong to assume that Roman's dad seems like he'd be kind of sexist, so maybe Siobhan doesn't factor in at all. ]
Depends on the day. [ He's hoping his dry tone does most of the heavy lifting so he doesn't actually have to actively vocalize the weight of the mighty title of Successor coming with its own baggage. Half a trunks worth, even. While there is some sort of connection here, something Roman can't quite place, something he'd probably have to a lot conscious awareness to put into words, who gets the keys to the kingdom is a heavy, complicated subject in a sea of heavy, complicated shit they're slowly unraveling together. Roman's limited capacity to be open and vulnerable (and weak) is slowly fizzling out.
But they're forged in fire, or whatever. Angelo gets Roman. Roman gets Angelo. Dads suck, money rules, the world turns. Roman doesn't realize it's been a soft few beats before he says anything else, and inhales sharply as he slides his gaze over at the other. ]
Why the fuck were you in Pompeii? That's the most try-hard shit I've ever heard. 'Oooh, I'm so broody, I'm going to an entire island that's basically a graveyard. So dark.' Go see The Cure in concert like the rest of the other Goths, you edgelord.
[ He's smiling, corners of his lips upturned in levity. Yeah. Angelo gets him. And it's sort of nice, not feeling alone with things like this. Maybe they're pals. Roman wouldn't be mad at that. ]
[ In spite of the way this conversation has turned, Angelo can't help grinning just a little at that. Roman's good at lightening the mood – or his mood, at least. He gets the impression that a lot of people might find Roman annoying. But fuck a lot of people. ]
My family's from Zungoli. It's a little village in the south-west. We went there to, y'know, see where we came from. And it's not far from Pompeii. [ A pause, and then he leans forward, hunching a little, elbows on his knees. ] My grandpa promised he was gonna take me to Zungoli when I was a kid.
Your grandpa should have promised something cooler, like a trip to Brightstar Adventure Park.
[ Despite the remark, there's very little venom in his voice. Roman's way of active listening is to throw a few jabs in here and there. Nothing personal, although this conversation is personal. Enough to make him pause a bit.
Fuck it. This couldn't get any weirder than it already is. ]
[ Angelo doesn't bother to correct the tense. It's not the first time he's specifically decided not to, either; when people ask, and they don't know, why should he have to be the one to say his grandpa's dead? ]
[ 'Cool' is putting it mildly, but Roman's not really sure how else to describe 'not an abusive dickhead.' not when he's genuinely curious. He's not sure why he's genuinely curious, but he is. Probably because he hasn't had someone on board the barge he's clicked with so fast. ]
[ Not much else to say than that. Angelo watches Roman idly for a little while, brow furrowed, trying not to think about how much he misses his grandpa. It’s a childish feeling – not in a bad way, it’s just pure, untouched. It always makes him a little uncomfortable. ]
So does this happen a lot? This swapping-memories shit?
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So it's a family business?
[ As in, his father will need someone to take over after he kicks the bucket. It's an uncomfortable thought, because Angelo's all too familiar with how that feels. Roman has, at least, two siblings. Kendall had seemed like the oldest from what Angelo remembers of the memory, and Angelo doesn't feel like it'd be entirely wrong to assume that Roman's dad seems like he'd be kind of sexist, so maybe Siobhan doesn't factor in at all. ]
Who's first in line for the throne?
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But they're forged in fire, or whatever. Angelo gets Roman. Roman gets Angelo. Dads suck, money rules, the world turns. Roman doesn't realize it's been a soft few beats before he says anything else, and inhales sharply as he slides his gaze over at the other. ]
Why the fuck were you in Pompeii? That's the most try-hard shit I've ever heard. 'Oooh, I'm so broody, I'm going to an entire island that's basically a graveyard. So dark.' Go see The Cure in concert like the rest of the other Goths, you edgelord.
[ He's smiling, corners of his lips upturned in levity. Yeah. Angelo gets him. And it's sort of nice, not feeling alone with things like this. Maybe they're pals. Roman wouldn't be mad at that. ]
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My family's from Zungoli. It's a little village in the south-west. We went there to, y'know, see where we came from. And it's not far from Pompeii. [ A pause, and then he leans forward, hunching a little, elbows on his knees. ] My grandpa promised he was gonna take me to Zungoli when I was a kid.
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[ Despite the remark, there's very little venom in his voice. Roman's way of active listening is to throw a few jabs in here and there. Nothing personal, although this conversation is personal. Enough to make him pause a bit.
Fuck it. This couldn't get any weirder than it already is. ]
Is he like your dad?
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[ Angelo doesn't bother to correct the tense. It's not the first time he's specifically decided not to, either; when people ask, and they don't know, why should he have to be the one to say his grandpa's dead? ]
No. He's not.
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[ 'Cool' is putting it mildly, but Roman's not really sure how else to describe 'not an abusive dickhead.' not when he's genuinely curious. He's not sure why he's genuinely curious, but he is. Probably because he hasn't had someone on board the barge he's clicked with so fast. ]
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[ Not much else to say than that. Angelo watches Roman idly for a little while, brow furrowed, trying not to think about how much he misses his grandpa. It’s a childish feeling – not in a bad way, it’s just pure, untouched. It always makes him a little uncomfortable. ]
So does this happen a lot? This swapping-memories shit?