Eli noticed on the fourth day of vacation that Roman was managing him.
Not badly. In fact, quite skillfully, in the way someone manages a situation when they have enough respect for the other person to do it carefully rather than clumsily. There was no particular moment where Eli could point and say: there, that is the lie. It was more a texture thing. The way Roman's attention sharpened slightly when Eli mentioned going anywhere alone. The way conversations occasionally moved past certain topics a beat too quickly. The way Thoma had shown up twice this week with a cheerful lack of reason that was slightly too cheerful and slightly too lacking in reason.
He said nothing.
