cannibal; kendall roy

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Kendall Roy was practically having the opposite of a panic attack, or a panic attack. Marguerite Roy wasn't sure which, as her husband laid down on the floor of the bathtub and stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the calls from Greg coming from the other side of the door.

"Hey Ken, if you're okay can you just say okay so that I know you're okay?" He asks "Because, otherwise I'll have to break the door down, and I don't really want" he presses up against the door "I don't know if I'll be able to."

Marguerite rolled her eyes, opening the door and looking out at Greg "He's fine. I'm with him" and then shuts the door again, walking back over to Kendall and staring over the tub, pulling on his tie, causing him to grin a little

"I should've sent you home. You're really distracting."

"Mm. Why didn't you tell me?" She asks "I was scared for us."

"Had to be a surprise, Lou. If you knew" he shrugs "Might've been written across your face. You're not the best fucking poker player."

She kisses him and he kisses back, one of his hands running down across and through her hair, smoothing it out slowly "I love you" Marguerite says gently

"I love you too." And then, he stands up, getting out of the tub and beginning to walk over to the door "You sure you want to stay? It's going to be uh, pretty hectic. Pretty fucking crazy."

"Ken, I'm not leaving you with the wolves" she pauses and then continues "And Greg."

The day Cousin Greg became a threat, or a real player in the game, well—that would have to be the day she left Kendall.

"Good. Okay. Uh, you can leave whenever though. I don't want you getting you know" he makes a face "Doctor Kendall says relax. So does your other doctor."

And then he pops out of the bathroom, looking around the room at the three occupants "Okay. Action stations. Let's fucking go. Let's get into this."

He frowns, looking at his wife and takes his sunglasses off and puts them on her, intertwining his fingers with hers seconds later, as they began to walk out, Karolina and Greg stressed out from behind.

"I don't want your eyes fucked" he says firmly before pulling her closer to him as they begin to walk through the crowd of people and press that had accumulated outside. His grip seeming to almost tighten every time Greg managed to yell out no comment much to the frustration of Karolina.

Marguerite closed her eyes the minute she slid into the backseat of the car, unfortunately ending up next to Greg of all people, and tuning out of the business conversation. When she did open her phone, it was purely to check her emails and texts. There was nothing.

A few appointment notifications with her Doctors. An email from a board member from Garnier, just wondering about a new PR strategy and that was it. Her inbox was empty. There were no friends to text or call her. Nothing. No Lawrence.

Alone.

Minus the car she was in.

Marguerite felt alone.

"Uh, you're the number one trending topic, ahead of Tater Tot's and the Pope followed you."

"Okay..Wow" Kendall says, looking back in the direction of Marguerite, offering his hand back to her, which she takes, sighing in relief as he ran his fingers over her palm comfortingly

"Uh, okay no. This is not the, is this the real?" He moves to phone over for Marguerite to look at "Is this the" When she doesn't look over he sighs "No, I don't think this is the real pope."