[When Roman sees Dinah's post, there's a notable silence as he takes it all in. Checks three times to make sure he's seeing right, that she really did post it to the public network for everyone to see.
He blinks. Blinks again.
Drops his phone.
And then he starts to scream.
Full-bodied, high-pitched, whole lung capacity behind it shrieking, and a second or two later, the crashing starts. He starts by stamping on his phone until the screen is in pieces, then he throws the lamp from the bedside table against the wall, then he breaks a painting over his knee. He exits their bedroom, still shrieking at the top of his lungs, leaving a path of chaos and destruction in his wake. Everything moveable or breakable ends up in pieces on the ground.
He only stops when he physically runs out of air after refilling his lungs about three times. Bending over, hands on his knees, he gasps for breath, vision swimming. Looks at his reflection in the broken glass from a painting on the ground, and hates how disheveled and flushed he looks, so he sucks in another breath and hoarsely starts to scream again.]
[That wakes him up. That scream makes Victor pitch right over the side of the couch and straighten up in a sudden half-daze and dream-like state. Stumbling to his feet, he grabs the couch's armrest to keep him up before hurrying to Roman's side.
His skull is pounding by the time he gets to his husband.]
[Roman has to gasp for breath before he can do anything. Then he turns, rips Victor's phone out of his pocket, and quickly navigates to Dinah's post, holding it up as he hits play.
He looks like a cross between someone who's about to cry and someone who's about to commit bloody murder.]
Roman, Roman! [He shouts, watching Roman snatch his phone and frantically sort through it. What the fuck is going on? He watches, bewildered, hands partway outstretched.
Then the video starts. Victor watches. Oh, does he watch.
By the time it's finished, he's quiet. Terrifyingly so.]
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He blinks. Blinks again.
Drops his phone.
And then he starts to scream.
Full-bodied, high-pitched, whole lung capacity behind it shrieking, and a second or two later, the crashing starts. He starts by stamping on his phone until the screen is in pieces, then he throws the lamp from the bedside table against the wall, then he breaks a painting over his knee. He exits their bedroom, still shrieking at the top of his lungs, leaving a path of chaos and destruction in his wake. Everything moveable or breakable ends up in pieces on the ground.
He only stops when he physically runs out of air after refilling his lungs about three times. Bending over, hands on his knees, he gasps for breath, vision swimming. Looks at his reflection in the broken glass from a painting on the ground, and hates how disheveled and flushed he looks, so he sucks in another breath and hoarsely starts to scream again.]
Holy shit babe
His skull is pounding by the time he gets to his husband.]
Roman- Roman- Hey! What happened?
Dinah is a FUGLY SLUT
He looks like a cross between someone who's about to cry and someone who's about to commit bloody murder.]
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Then the video starts. Victor watches. Oh, does he watch.
By the time it's finished, he's quiet. Terrifyingly so.]
Why didn't you tell me?
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[Roman's voice is raspy, and he gasps for breath, the world swimming.]
It was fucking-- Did you see that?! It was goddamn humiliating!
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[Is that supposed to be helpful? Nice? Apparently it’s the best Victor can do right now while he’s so furious.]
Want me to hurt her?