At the thanks Lydia offered, Roger shook his head. "No need to thank me," he told her honestly. Sure, he hadn't had to write the letter for her, but it had hardly been a difficult task, especially not when Lydia really was very good at her job. Roger, similarly, had often been jealous of Lydia and the way she was so dedicated to her work. He wasn't. Jealousy wasn't going to do him much good, really, not when he didn't put the effort in to even try and be better at his job. Lydia, though, deserved the promotion she had received, and more, which is about the same as what Roger had written in the letter for her. "You're good," he told her honestly. If anything, Lydia deserved a promotion a lot more than Roger did and he still tended to be the one who got them (promoted out or not).
Leaning forward, Roger took another shot, biting the lemon, letting the tart taste settle on his lips. After a moment, he refilled the glass but didn't proceed to drink it straight away. "I fucked Arran's girlfriend," he told Lydia, eyes focused on the drink in front of him rather than on her. Roger could have phrased it nicer, he was sure, but it wouldn't really make the sting of his words any less true. He had fucked Arran's girlfriend and by doing so also fucked their friendship. It was only fair to own up to that. Especially now that Arran was apparently finally telling people.