Gerri calls Kendall into her office as soon as he arrives for work. He watches her, politely interested.

"Your father has asked me to speak to you about a personal matter," she says. This makes sense, his father would never talk to him about anything personal.

"Uh huh."

"It's about the… pilfering of items. The shoplifting," she clarifies.

"Oh, okay." He's aware that he should be embarrassed by this situation. Not that long ago he was Gerri's boss while his father was out of action, the one she looked to for support when Roman was acting like a walking lawsuit. Now she's having to give him a lecture on stealing sweeties like he's a naughty child. Fortunately he left the ability to feel embarrassed in a murky river in another country.

"You were caught on store CCTV. The owner of the store has been paid off, so it shouldn't make the press."

"Okay."

"Your father is worried about you. I know you've been helping him with his medication…"

"Yeah." Marcia had asked him to take responsibility for giving his dad his pills, probably just to give him something to do.

"He's noticed that a few of his pills have gone missing, and you've been going up on the roof a lot lately."

His gaze wanders to the window. "Uh huh."

"I know you've been through a lot, with your dad firing you and falling off the wagon…" She doesn't mention that she along with Roman had stabbed him in the back during the vote against his dad. Maybe he wouldn't have fallen off the wagon otherwise, would never have been looking for drugs at his sister's wedding.

"If you need to speak to a professional, that can be arranged."

He wants to yell at her and call her an icy bitch and tell her to mind her own business. He wants to break down and sob in her arms while she holds him like his mother never would.

"I already have a therapist," he says.

"Good. Well, if you could stop stealing stuff that would be great."

He nods and makes a hasty retreat. He walks past his father's office, can see his dad sitting at his desk, but he doesn't stop. He finds himself heading for the roof without thinking about where he's going.