[With the same quiet slow steps that he’s had since he was young, since he first met Faustino, Ciro goes to grab a chair and nudge it to Faustino’s bedside.]

I guess…. Mainly getting mysterious frightening phone calls about a missing person…. Having to track someone down…. Ensuring the murder of a small mansion of people…

[Hands on his lap, he makes direct eye contact with Faustino.]

That sort of trouble, I suppose.

[Just like his footsteps, Ciro’s voice is quiet, but there’s no denying that…. Well. To say he’s “upset” is putting it rather mildly. After a moment, he glances away again, and reaches up to nudge his glasses back into place although it’s not really needed.]

...What really happened? That you aren’t telling us?