roman-harris:

I love kids. I may not look like I am a good guy and my job is hardly anything to consider noble but I like kids. I always have been good with them and its cases like Eddie’s that make this job worth it. I get to give a kid their parent back and they don’t have to grow up knowing their Father is stuck behind bars for something they didn’t do. Laka’s in my life…she’s my daughter. I guess in a way Meg is like a daughter to me too, but she always looks more like my baby sister than a daughter with how we joke.

…You do good with Brogan, Lux. You’re a good mother to him.

Ha, I’ve learned with Eddie that I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover too quickly, though it’s a habit of mine. You are a good guy, even though you can act like an ass with the best of ‘em. You know the importance of family; that’s what matters to me. How’d you get - meet - Laka? And Meg? Don’t think I’ve met either of them - Brogan’s taking up quite a lot of time. 

… I. Well, that’s… thank you. Kids, or better yet my being a m- well, it’s a touchy subject. But I try my best. That’s what that boy deserves.

roman-harris:

I guess I better not get taken anytime soon, huh? You might get sick and wont have anyone to give you soup so you’ll feel better. And Brogan won’t have anyone to make him the best toys in town to use with his father. Oliver is a lot of things….but he has a son now. I can only hope he is a good father to the kid even if I haven’t met him quite yet. I’d like to. If I can’t have kids of my own I want to at least spoil the ones around me.

How about not being taken at all anymore? It’s obviously not conductive to your health. Don’t make me go Liam Neeson on your ass, Roman. Brogan still ain’t sick of the shield you made him, I think it’ll keep him sweet for a while. Lancaster has a ki - well, of course he would have one. All the men I’d never expect to ever be able to take care of a kid seem to have one. You want kids, then? Bet you’d be a great father - a very protective one too. 

roman-harris:

…Wait… Wait, back up a minute here. The kid had Lancaster?? What.. There are many common names here but there are even less chances of a person having that last name and knowing things about me. Especially knowing why I was taken…if he even knew that. …God, I don’t even…I’ll… Well, I’ll talk to Tim about it. I’m not talking to Oliver about something like that. I would get more out of Tim anyway. You’d miss me?? Aw, well, sheesh, dear. You gotta be careful, you might make me blush. 

Right - pretend I understood that mumbling and don’t tell me anything about it. I don’t think I need to know - especially if it’s something concerning Lancaster. I’ve had enough of him for now, since our business transaction ended. Of course I would miss you. Don’t let it inflate your already well endowed ego, but you’ve grown on me, Harrison. I actually trusy you in as far as I can. And who else is gonna bring me some fucking soup when I get sick again, hm? 

roman-harris:

Lux—Well, you found me. Tada… I am back and look, I came with accessories. My own little Prada line of IVs and antibiotics running through my body. Once I’m out of here we’re getting that trial to happen. I don’t care what they say; I want it happening as soon as possible. Yeah… I actually came home on my birthday. Emrys—Who? I don’t know who the hell it is and I honestly don’t want to even bother asking about him. If he knew about me being taken then I definitely want to stay away from him.

Prada, really? I took you more for a Boss guy, but whatever floats your boat. Happy belated birthday, Roman; sorry it sucked so much, yeah? Want some chicken soup perhaps? Ha. Huh, odd, he seemed to know a bit ‘bout you. Actually, he had the same last name as Lancaster, but asked me to call him - Doyle. Both are pretty common names, though. Well, in any case, it doesn’t really matter. Try to recover well, yeah? Eddie can - well, he can wait; it won’t do him any good if his lawyer keels over in court. Besides, I’d kinda miss you.

roman-harris:

I have many voicemails and when I’m out of here I have to see Eddie. Jesus… This didn’t do my fucking case any good at all. They postponed my damn trial. I have everything in order and… Fuck it, we can still win it in the end. I know that for a fact. Just can’t leave until I’m all better… To think that I came here because I was beaten to all hell and they have to make me completely sober in order for them to see if anything else is in my system that may be a threat. 

Still no sign of Tim… He has a lot to focus on so I won’t even bother him. At least I got to see Meg. I didn’t want her to go without seeing me. She hasn’t gone a week without seeing me in two years—crap. I don’t even want to think about what her week was like without knowing where I was or what was going on. Especially on her birthday. Evie too… My own birthday passed. I don’t feel any older. Didn’t even feel like a birthday.

Happy birthday to me, eh? Its a day late and a dollar short but so is everything else since I missed so much. 

Harrison. I’m certainly glad to see you back and uh, well, not exactly good-looking, but on your way to getting there. Not just for Eddie’s sake either. You have no idea how boring a week can be when most of your friends seem to be missing. I wrote him a note, by the way; this guy - Emrys - told me what had happened. On your birthday too? You’ve got some ace timing, man. 

daintydevil:

You and your head held high and your tears dry. We only said goodbye with words, I died a hundred times. I loved you much, it’s not enough. You go back to her and I go back to black. 

Back to Black - Beyonce ft. Andre 3000

Love is drowning in a deep well
All the secrets, and nobody else to tell.