Chicken, chicken, chicken. That's all they have for dinner lately. Roman hates chicken, it's chewy and tasteless, but Ken loves it for some reason.
"It's a steak night!" Roman screams, throwing himself on the floor and kicking Kendall's seat. "Just let me have fucking steak for once!"
"Roman fucking swore!" yells Shiv triumphantly.
"What the fuck is going on?" Logan is standing in the kitchen doorway, taking in Roman's position on the floor, Shiv and Kendall still sitting at the table.
"Your son would like steak for dinner," the nanny informs him wearily. "But it's a chicken night."
"I hate chicken!" Roman shouts, still in the throes of the tantrum.
Logan picks Roman off the floor by the scruff of the neck. He tightens his hands around his son's throat.
"You'll have what you're given, you hear me?" Logan hisses. Roman can't answer with his dad's hands around his neck.
"Sit the fuck down." Logan pushes Roman back in his chair. Kendall and Shiv are frozen in their places. "And stop that noise!"
Roman tries to quieten his sobs as Logan storms out. "Are you okay?" whispers Shiv. Roman can't answer. He's struggling to breathe, whether from crying or from his dad strangling him moments ago, he's not sure.
"We can have steak next time," Kendall promises. Roman is still breathing funny, but he manages a nod.