Once Logan has got in Shiv's car, kicking Tom out of the back and into the front with the driver, Roman turns to where Gerri is standing. "You okay?" she asks, strands of blonde hair blowing in the gale.
"Yeah," he replies. "Always good to get a hug from Pops." The paparazzi are still clicking away from behind the gate as Shiv's car drives out of the airfield.
"You did the right thing," she says. "Choosing your father over Kendall."
"Yeah, maybe." He looks at her. "Did you tell Dad, that we were with Ken?"
"No." She frowns, looking genuinely confused. "Why would I?"
"So you didn't get him to send those donuts?"
"Roman, if I had told your father where you were he would have killed the messenger and it wouldn't have benefited me in any way. Besides, you told me in confidence."
He believes her. "Wanna make out for the paps over there? Give them something to photograph?"
"That would be one way of killing your father, I suppose."
He gets serious. "I'm sorry for joking about your daughters. I know some things are off limits."
"Good."
"And you're so much hotter than your daughters. I'll bet." She rolls her eyes and turns towards the car. He makes a show of opening the door for her, saying, "Boss lady". He lets his hand brush casually against her back, in plain sight of the cameras, as she gets in. He thinks: I chose you. I will always choose you.