Roman is hiding in the bathroom, letting the shame flood through him. She's a million years old, his dad had said. You're a laughing stock. He could have pointed out the age gap between Logan and Kerry, or Connor and Willa, or Tom and Shiv even, but he didn't feel like another emergency trip to the dentist.
When he can't hide any longer without someone coming to look for him, he steps outside and sees Gerri heading for the ladies' room, looking dangerously close to tears.
"Gerri!" He runs up to her before she can stop him. "I'm so sorry."
"What the fuck did you do Roman?" she whispers, and there are actual tears in her eyes.
"It was a mistake, obviously. I never meant—"
"To humiliate me? To cost me my job?"
"I didn't mean to send that photo to Dad, obviously!"
"I asked one thing of you, for you to stop sending the fucking dick pics."
"Yeah, but I didn't think that was real. I thought that was just, you saying stuff, like in your hotel room, when I was in the bathroom, or, you know, you telling me not to fuck Laurie. I didn't think…"
"What did you think, Roman? That I would be willing to throw away a 30 year career on you? Now your sister wants me to file a sexual harassment case against you to prove that I didn't want it, and your dad… he's probably gonna fire me."
Shiv being a snake is no surprise, but Roman shakes his head at the other part. "He won't fire you. You've got too much on him—"
"Including photos of his son's dick! You think he'll want that hanging over him?"
"I'm sorry," he repeats, feeling like he might cry too. "Just tell me what I can do. I'll say it was all me, that you told me to stop."
"Then I look like a fucking victim. I can't win here."
"I'm sorry," he says again. He hates himself more than he ever has before, which is saying something.
"I need to straighten myself out." Gerri dabs under her eyes. "And then I need to think about what I'm going to do."
"Gerri—" He tries to touch her arm as she brushes past, but she yanks it away.