The poison don't quiet his mind. Nothing does. He shakes his head as he keeps his eyes on the board, drawing on his cigarette and mulling over his next move. At first he's too distracted by his own thoughts to notice the opening Bishop's given him, and by the time Bishop starts talking about Teagan the chess game is the last thing on his mind. He can hear the pain in his brother's voice, profound as his own yet so different. Rodeo catches himself imaging how he would feel if it came to pass that Lita betrayed him, but then he shakes off the thought before it can take root. There's no comparison there. Bishop and T had history, a bond that was built strong even before they became lovers. He's never known a love like the one they got. The one the had. Still, even without anything in his own experience that can compare to what Bishop must be feeling, Rodeo knows. It don't take much to imagine it, and Rodeo's pain is close enough as it is. They might have loved her differently, but their pain is the same.
Rodeo rakes a hand through his rumpled hair, draws in a deep breath, and then lifts his gaze to Bishop's face. "Honestly, brother... I don't know." He's been afraid to ask, but it's time now. He clears his throat and finally starts to wade in, daring to delve into the truth that he hasn't wanted to face. "Did she... were you with her all morning? Between when I sent that call to arms and we rolled out... you ever leave her side? Did she have any time where she coulda got a word out?"