A/N: Missing scene from season one.
Roman is pacing up and down in the street, looking at his phone. Connor's insistence that he had enjoyed the dog pound game has sent his mind into turmoil. Is it possible that he misremembered the whole thing?
It was chocolate cake, Connor had said. Maybe it was, sometimes, but there was also dog food. He remembers the taste. He remembers Kendall laughing. His brother's childish snickers have been transformed into evil cackles in his memory with the passing of time.
You enjoyed it, he and Connor had both said. Two versions of the same events against one.
Ask Shiv. Maybe he will. Maybe not. She'll just scoff at him and he can't cope with another person claiming that he was a weirdo kid who liked being locked in a cage.
Another part of his brain, the part that he keeps locked up most of the time, is thinking what else did you enjoy?
He's looking at Shiv's number and then suddenly it hits him out of nowhere. There is someone else he can ask. Not his father, who would call him a moron, or his mother, who would simper something British and unhelpful at him. Another adult who was around at the time and was fairly neutral in her observations of his family.
He dials Gerri's number without thinking too much about it and she answers almost immediately, sounding surprised to hear from him. "Is everything alright?"
"Yeah, everything's great," he says. "I just wanna settle a bet. Do you remember a game me and Kendall used to play when we were kids? Where I was a dog and he would lock me in a cage?"
There's a baffled silence and Roman braces himself for the yeah, sure, you loved that game, why?
"Yeah, that was messed up," she says finally and he breathes a sigh of relief. "I told your father he should put a stop to it."
"Thanks, Gerr-bear."
"So do you win the bet?"
"Yup. Uh-huh."
"Glad I could help."
"I could kiss you right now."
"I'm hanging up."
"Bye, Gerr."