Connor's mind is spinning. It has been since Kendall and Shiv told him their father was dead, but then Roman said that they were still doing chest compressions, and Connor had felt hopeful again, but then Shiv had insisted that he is dead, and now she and Roman are arguing. Connor tunes out their bickering; he's trying to remember the last thing he said to his father, in that karaoke bar. What a strange place to see his dad for the last time. He can't remember a word he said and at last he puts his face in his hands and lets out a strangled cry.
"Con—" Kendall has his arms around him and this is wrong, he should be comforting the three of them, not the other way round. Connor pats his little brother on the back, muttering "sorry", and by the time they pull apart Roman and Shiv have stopped.
"I need to tell Willa," Connor says eventually, when they're all sitting down, Shiv resting against his shoulder.
The other three exchange glances and Connor knows he's not going to like what they say next. "I don't think we should tell anyone else yet," Kendall begins. "The stock markets—"
"What, you think Willa's gonna alert the media?"
"What, like some kind of gold digger?" Roman asks. Connor just looks at him. "Fuck Willa."
"She's my wife-to-be," says Connor evenly.
"Yeah, sure," says Roman. "Shall I call the guy who waxes my crack and tell him the news?"
"I mean, if you're calling off the wedding…" Shiv starts slowly, looking up at Connor. "Obviously you have to give a reason."
"Yeah, okay." Kendall is nodding, practical as ever. "That makes sense. Just make sure she knows she can't tell anyone else, not even her mother."
Connor gets up, patting Shiv's hand as he does so.
"Connor, please don't go," Roman pleads. He suddenly looks like a terrified child having nightmares again, like he might not see Connor again if he leaves that room.
"Hey, buddy. I'm coming back." Connor leans down to give Roman another half-hug, then strokes his hair and pats Kenny on the shoulder before going to find his fiancée.