a couple weeks later
eleanor: it’s funny, fifteen years later and you’re still somehow ruining my life slowly. how about this: you tell me why you left, and then i’ll let you meet roy. under my supervision.
roman: c’mon, el–
eleanor: no. i deserve to know, and i want roy to understand why i don’t want you meeting him. so go on
roman: i’m still a detective. i’ve seen so much stuff through it: people dying, kids dying in my arms, accident after accident… it was getting to be too much to handle. i never told you, but i started seeing a therapist to try and work everything out. it just kept getting worse. i have no excuse, eleanor. i left my family when i should have left the job, but i felt like i had a greater duty to serve. i didn’t want roy to grow up with a crazy dad and you to have all that baggage added to you as well. so, i just left. i got better help and awhile later i tried to find you, but when i realized you moved, i thought it would be better for everyone is i just stayed gone. i’m so sorry
eleanor: … i’m doing this for roy, not you. we’ll be here tomorrow, don’t disappoint him again
special shoutout to my girl @peachysimsie for makin this problematic man <3