"Sick," Hiko echoed quietly. "Right." Keshin was still a terrible liar. Sick? Not likely, if that boy's constitution was anything like it had been growing up. He had no doubt something was wrong with his idiot, and illness may have been a part of it. But Hiko was fairly certain that the illness was a result, not a cause. What had been the cause, he could only guess. Injury. Drugs. Kenshin had many reasons to get "sick."
Hiko listened as the tired voice on the other end of the line continued. Anger spiked with the obvious and rather pitiful attempt to divert the conversation. This wasn't about him. Not right now. Right now, Hiko wanted to ease the tension running across his shoulders, clenching his gut.
"Mm. You didn't bother me. The phone was upstairs." Hiko's tone was wry, and implied what might have happened if his cell had been within earshot.
Unconsciously, he rubbed at his temple with his free hand, and it brought a measure of calm. "What's going on, baka deshi?" He paused, then added, "And don't hand me any crap about being sorry or getting sick. You said you screwed up." His voice grew sharp with edged concern and no small amount of irritation at having to repeat himself. "What happened? Where are you?"
He stood abruptly, and paced to the window, unable to sit still any longer.
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Date: 2012-05-07 04:22 am (UTC)Hiko listened as the tired voice on the other end of the line continued. Anger spiked with the obvious and rather pitiful attempt to divert the conversation. This wasn't about him. Not right now. Right now, Hiko wanted to ease the tension running across his shoulders, clenching his gut.
"Mm. You didn't bother me. The phone was upstairs." Hiko's tone was wry, and implied what might have happened if his cell had been within earshot.
Unconsciously, he rubbed at his temple with his free hand, and it brought a measure of calm. "What's going on, baka deshi?" He paused, then added, "And don't hand me any crap about being sorry or getting sick. You said you screwed up." His voice grew sharp with edged concern and no small amount of irritation at having to repeat himself. "What happened? Where are you?"
He stood abruptly, and paced to the window, unable to sit still any longer.