[To the first question, Ciro can only give a silent shrug, exhausted. What could he have done? He genuinely has no idea. Certainly, Faustino had been beaten, and that's no small feat. There's a good chance that they very well could have just been taken as well, had him and Al gone with.]
[But.... He's not asking for that. Only that they could have been told. Could have been given an idea of when he'd be back, so that they could have recognized things as they happened instead of having the good luck that Faustino's partner for this little venture had cared enough to call him. Had known to call him.]
[He doesn't say any of it. For one thing, arguing with Faustino is many times arguing with a brick wall with a questionable haircut and bad temper. For another... He's already said all he's needed to and, frankly, it's exhausted him. But then, that's how it is, isn't it? It's a good day when he doesn't need to speak, when he can rely on Faustino or Al to make the necessary points.]
[But.... He needed to speak this time. He needed to desperately hope that Faustino would understand.]
[The venom that accompanies his beloved leader and friend's words say that he hasn't, and Ciro doesn't even have it in him to flinch. His gaze is just tired as he looks to Faustino before he turns away to head for the door.]
You'll know my loyalties when you call. [And, so badly, he hopes Faustino does one day.] But, in the meantime.... Please recover well.
[Yet he lingers at the door, hoping to hear something before any phone call, hoping for anything.]
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[But.... He's not asking for that. Only that they could have been told. Could have been given an idea of when he'd be back, so that they could have recognized things as they happened instead of having the good luck that Faustino's partner for this little venture had cared enough to call him. Had known to call him.]
[He doesn't say any of it. For one thing, arguing with Faustino is many times arguing with a brick wall with a questionable haircut and bad temper. For another... He's already said all he's needed to and, frankly, it's exhausted him. But then, that's how it is, isn't it? It's a good day when he doesn't need to speak, when he can rely on Faustino or Al to make the necessary points.]
[But.... He needed to speak this time. He needed to desperately hope that Faustino would understand.]
[The venom that accompanies his beloved leader and friend's words say that he hasn't, and Ciro doesn't even have it in him to flinch. His gaze is just tired as he looks to Faustino before he turns away to head for the door.]
You'll know my loyalties when you call. [And, so badly, he hopes Faustino does one day.] But, in the meantime.... Please recover well.
[Yet he lingers at the door, hoping to hear something before any phone call, hoping for anything.]