The laugh was strange to Ron's ears. The last time he remembered a true laugh between them had been when they were really young, with their cousin, as he was typically there in Roman's memories of his brother. Even if he wasn't there all the time.
"Oh course you have manuals." Roman smiled and shook his head. Glancing up from his drink, Roman nodded solemnly. "That is good to hear." Most were nice. It helped that Roman had Harper watching over his brother just in case. There were so many things Roman wanted to talk to Bob about and couldn't bring himself to do so. Next time. He thought to himself. Eventually.
"Fine. They are treating me fine." He answered. "I am an agent, much like the Centurions at Willowbrook. I do a lot of office work, missions, keeping an eye on newer agents to make sure they don't mess up." The smile that had been there, barely on his lips, slipped away at the mention of the Syndicate. He really hated having to be there under the most insane management he had ever seen.