Funerals really do bring the mood down, huh? Especially when it's the death of someone like Logan Roy. A man who was able to make enemies out of the people he was supposed to be closest to, and yet found a way to make sure those same people always came crawling back for his attention. It was basically 'suicide watch day' for the Roy family. Everyone was a little unsure, initially, on how the Roy family would react. It was certainly a mass amalgamation of different emotions from the siblings. Amongst that mix, the youngest Roy sibling, you, was pretty well and able to try and seem okay. That this didn't phase them. That they were going to be okay. Until you went to the bathroom and held your head in your hands. 'Better to Have Loved and Lost than Never to Have Loved at All,' you tried to recite the infamous quote in your head. To remind yourself, it's okay, it's alright. You're fine. But you weren't. You were silently crying in the bathroom. And you felt a ball form in your throat when you heard someone else step in. "... Hey?" The familiar voice called out, knowing you were in there. Ah, fuck, it's Stewy. "I know you're in here," Stewy would admit, moving to the only locked stall, "Come on out. Lemme see you."