It's Roman's first Christmas without his father and fuck his heart hurts.
Kendall and Shiv are still not talking to each other, both refusing to back down until the other one apologises. Sometimes Roman thinks they should have been twins instead of him and Shiv.
Connor is out of the country doing some pseudo-important governmental bullshit, and Gerri is spending Christmas with her daughters. So Roman is on Ken watch, spending the day with his morose brother in front of the TV in Roman's apartment.
"I've got all the classics lined up to watch," Roman informs Kendall, flicking to the downloads page on his TV. "A Christmas Carol, both Home Alones, It's a Wonderful Life…"
"I wanna watch The Biggest Turkey in the World," says Kendall suddenly.
"Really?" Roman looks at him. "I didn't think you'd want anything Waystar-related…"
"Yeah. I've never actually seen it."
"Okay then." Roman finds The Biggest Turkey in the World on the StarGo app and starts playing it, then goes to check on the small turkey meal the chef is preparing while the movie buffers.
Eventually he settles down to watch the movie with Kendall, both eating turkey off trays while they watch. The movie is actually better than he remembers it. Kendall laughs out loud like a kid when the parents fail to spot the turkey hiding in the back yard, and Roman rolls his eyes but pats his brother's knee.
After the credits start rolling, once Roman has seen his name listed as Executive Producer, he sneaks away to his bedroom to call Gerri while Kendall calls his kids.
"Hey," he says, once the door is shut firmly behind him.
"Hi." She sounds relaxed. "How's your Christmas going?"
"I just watched The Biggest Turkey in the World with Ken."
"That good?" she says with amusement.
"It was actually okay. It was better than I remembered. How are things with you?"
"Very relaxing. The girls are doing the cooking, so I'm about to have a bath."
He allows himself to picture that. "Feel free to keep me on the line while you get all… sudsy."
"Don't be revolting, Roman."
"Yeah?" Roman's hand is already going to his flies. "How revolting am I?"
Gerri proceeds to tell him, in increasingly colourful language, exactly how revolting he is and by the times she's finished he's lying back on the bed, panting heavily.
"God, I wish you were here."
"I know." She sounds genuinely regretful. "I miss you, too."
"I'll see you soon though, right?"
"Yeah. I'll be back in New York on the 27th."
"Good." He clears his throat. "I, you know…" He's still getting used to saying the L word.
She gets it. "You too. Merry Christmas, Rome."
"Merry Christmas, Ger-bear."