his dress jacket has been discarded, suspenders popped and fallen at his sides, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms, his face make up has been recklessly swiped away and smudged with sweaty palms. roger bardet is not okay. death is normal. his people are put on the line constantly, ready to lose it all for the sake of the family, but never --- never --- has a life been so carelessly taken. and from right under his goddamn nose. he’s keeping it together, but barely. anyone close enough to the man could see behind the curtain, how blank his stare has become and how his hands shake if he’s not got them firmly planted onto something stable. he’s aware of someone closing in from behind, catches their eye with a sideways glance before he shakes his head. “ you should be inside the club. there’s still an investigation going on. ” @eclatantstart
