"Don't flatter yourself. You're the one who turned the link off."
And there it was. Grumbly and short but no less worried for it. Oh, he'd likely have known if anything truly terrible had happened to Sion while he was on assignment, but then again, he might not. The lack of communication had been excruciating, especially with everything that had been going on. True, as a Director Sion wasn't often in the field, a fact Ryner was immensely grateful for since his boss was the poster child of self-sacrifice, but with tensions as high as they were anything could have happened. It was the not knowing that had made him less thorough in his research than usual, which would be incredibly clear in the report he'd tossed on the desk. Still meeting all assignment requirements, but rushed and perfunctory in contrast to his normal research and evaluation style.
He'd been on his way back when the link had come back to life, although he hadn't sent anything to Sion other than a short affirmative to the request that he report to the office on his return. Asking for details through the link was as risky as it was stupid.
Not that he could really ask here, either. Still, when his eyes opened, Sion's wrist caught and held gently in his hand, the questions were in them. Sion had known him long enough to read them, if he chose to, though whether or not an answer would be given remained to be seen. First and foremost was simply what happened?
But he dropped it when his eyes closed again. There was no point badgering the man about it; he'd explain at his leisure or he wouldn't, and that was really all there was to it. Instead, he sighed, voice slightly less irritated when he spoke.
"Have you forgotten training? I didn't sleep through all of it. Cleaning those toilets was worse than running drills. Not that you'd know, they all loved you."
Still did, but Ryner couldn't hold it against them.
"Sorry, all I had was a vanilla. It's a lot worse than the blueberry. When you're up to eating again I'll get you whatever you want."
He almost, almost went into his traditional tirade of complaints about both Sion and the assignment (which really hadn't been bad at all; it'd been an obvious attempt to keep him safe and away from the main conflicts, and Ryner had known it immediately). But Sion really did look like he was going to collapse, and the wrist he was still holding had been shaking only a few minutes ago.
"I need a nap, I'm exhausted. You are too, so come here. This couch his huge and you're a bean pole anyway."
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And there it was. Grumbly and short but no less worried for it. Oh, he'd likely have known if anything truly terrible had happened to Sion while he was on assignment, but then again, he might not. The lack of communication had been excruciating, especially with everything that had been going on. True, as a Director Sion wasn't often in the field, a fact Ryner was immensely grateful for since his boss was the poster child of self-sacrifice, but with tensions as high as they were anything could have happened. It was the not knowing that had made him less thorough in his research than usual, which would be incredibly clear in the report he'd tossed on the desk. Still meeting all assignment requirements, but rushed and perfunctory in contrast to his normal research and evaluation style.
He'd been on his way back when the link had come back to life, although he hadn't sent anything to Sion other than a short affirmative to the request that he report to the office on his return. Asking for details through the link was as risky as it was stupid.
Not that he could really ask here, either. Still, when his eyes opened, Sion's wrist caught and held gently in his hand, the questions were in them. Sion had known him long enough to read them, if he chose to, though whether or not an answer would be given remained to be seen. First and foremost was simply what happened?
But he dropped it when his eyes closed again. There was no point badgering the man about it; he'd explain at his leisure or he wouldn't, and that was really all there was to it. Instead, he sighed, voice slightly less irritated when he spoke.
"Have you forgotten training? I didn't sleep through all of it. Cleaning those toilets was worse than running drills. Not that you'd know, they all loved you."
Still did, but Ryner couldn't hold it against them.
"Sorry, all I had was a vanilla. It's a lot worse than the blueberry. When you're up to eating again I'll get you whatever you want."
He almost, almost went into his traditional tirade of complaints about both Sion and the assignment (which really hadn't been bad at all; it'd been an obvious attempt to keep him safe and away from the main conflicts, and Ryner had known it immediately). But Sion really did look like he was going to collapse, and the wrist he was still holding had been shaking only a few minutes ago.
"I need a nap, I'm exhausted. You are too, so come here. This couch his huge and you're a bean pole anyway."