Being in an arranged marriage with Roman Roy wasn't the worst thing ever. Your father and his father Logan had arranged it as part of a business deal. Your father got a big payout and you secured a good position at Waystar, while Logan acquired your company and good PR for Roman. You tolerated each other, you could even say you'd become good friends, exchanging playful jabs and jokes whenever you were together. Things never got intimate, but you didn't really expect that from him. He was weird about that, and you didn't pry. Recently, he'd gone for six-week management training program, so you couldn't really see each other for a while. You talked on the phone every other day, but it was the longest you'd been without each other since getting married.

Eventually he returned while everyone was gathered at Logan's penthouse. Shiv, Tom, Kendall and Marcia were scattered about the living room when the elevator dinged and Roman stepped out.

"Greetings, children. I have returned from real America, bearing the gift of sight." He says in an exaggerated snarky tone, blowing you a kiss. It makes you smile; it always does. "How was summer camp?" Shiv quips. "Hmm? What's that? Didn't catch that. I've been down in the salt mines for so long with my fellow Johnny Lunchpails, I no longer speak 1%." He replies, making his way over to the couch where you're sitting. He rests his hands on your shoulders and gives them a squeeze before stepping down to sit next to you, taking your hand. That was new, you think. But you weren't complaining.

"Miss me?" He asks half-sarcastically, his eyes sparkling with mirth.