I love you, Dad. I do, I love you. Okay? It's okay. Even though you fucking... I don't know. I can't... I can't forgive you. But.. yeah but... it's okay. And I love you.
Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping // L.H.Z, Excerpt from Modern Romantics // // Marina Tsvetaeva // Succession // Will Wood, Against The Kitchen Floor // Anna White, Mended: Thoughts on Life, Love and Leaps of Faith // Sue Zhao
Roman’s deepest wish is to be accepted even at his smallest and most pathetic; to take off the mask his upbringing and social position have compelled him to wear. That’s why he so enjoys the slime puppy treatment.
Kendall’s greatest drive, on the other hand, is to seek constant adulation from every direction, to shore up the inflated perception of himself that his dad taught him to project. He is seeking reassurance that the mask he wears is who he is.
Just to round things out:
Siobhan wants constant reassurance that she won’t just be cast aside, the way that her dad has cast her aside, and the way her mother has, and her brothers, and whoever she was on the rebound from when she met Thomas the Debatably Broad. (And the way she saw her mother cast aside her father.)
Meanwhile, Connor is just googling Napoleon cosplay “-dynamite”