A/N: Set in the series finale, with spoilers.
Roman bumps into Shiv, literally, as he stumbles from Logan's office. "Rome?" she says, looking at him with concern. "What happened? Your stitches—"
"Oh, yeah," he says, putting his hand to his head, pleased when blood comes away on his fingers. "Kendall popped them. Our brother is a psychopath, in case you hadn't realised."
"He what?"
"It's okay. I kind of wanted him to. I think I look more devil-may-care this way."
"Are you still gonna vote for him?"
"Yeah. I still like him better than Matsson, so..."
"Rome. It's not too late to change your mind." Shiv is still looking at him with alarm. "If Kendall hurt you—"
"What do you wanna do, huh? Give the company to the Swede and Teflon Tom? I don't think so." Roman looks around, still afraid of seeing Gerri in person, although he feels better now he's bleeding again. "I'm gonna go get cleaned up for the vote, okay?"
He goes and washes his face in the bathroom, thinking all the while that he could still fuck Kendall, that as much as he hates Matsson it would be fun to see Ken's new swagger dissolve. Did you see how he put his feet up on Dad's desk?
When it comes to it, though, he can't do it. It would be easy to say yes to the sale, to give up the family business like his mother suggested. He wouldn't win, but neither would Kendall. He can still feel his brother's arms around him, the kiss to his head as he forced his stitches against his shoulder.
But who cares, really? "Nope."