Of course he recognizes it. He recognizes it, and all he wants to do is reach out and hug him. He doesn't know how long it's been. He can't... he can't remember the last time he saw him, or what was going on when he'd vanished from that place, and even thinking about it is making his head throb, but he remembers Dextera. Of course he does. He hadn't, until just now, and he's not sure how to process all that, but it comes back like a flood.
Kureto is going to interrogate him either way. Dextera has already shared too much, and he's not equipped for lying further than this. It puts both of their necks on the line, especially when it means Kureto has another playing piece against him, but Guren can't help it.
While Kureto straightens and reaches to grab Dextera's wrist, quickly asking "What did he just sign?", Guren steps closer to grab Kureto's arm right back, tightly.]
Let him go.
[Something about Guren's expression is enough to get Kureto's lips to quirk up in the corners. Shinya is hanging back. "What did he sign."]
...My name.
[With that, Kureto releases Dextera, laughing in his amusement and leaving Guren to let him slip out of his grip as well. Now he gets the chance to shoot Dextera a reassuring glance as Kureto turns his back on them, stepping back towards the bed.
"Who is he?"]
Why do you care?
["He got past my men."]
I'm not going to tell you he's someone special just to reassure your wounded ego.
["Is this another thing you can't tell us, Guren?" This time it's Shinya who pops in, quick to diffuse a conversation that's only going bad places in an attempt to help. It does, a little, since it gets Kureto to turn around and glance back at him, and Guren takes the chance to remain silent.
"Is it?" But Kureto wants it confirmed.]
Yeah, kind of.
["'Kind of' isn't good enough. What the hell are you up to?"
At this point, Guren sighs out in his irritation, bringing a hand up to rub over an eye before he runs it up and through his hair.]
This doesn't have anything to do with you. He's not someone you have to worry about.
["I don't know that for sure."
This really seems like it's never going to end, sorry Dextera.]
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Of course he recognizes it. He recognizes it, and all he wants to do is reach out and hug him. He doesn't know how long it's been. He can't... he can't remember the last time he saw him, or what was going on when he'd vanished from that place, and even thinking about it is making his head throb, but he remembers Dextera. Of course he does. He hadn't, until just now, and he's not sure how to process all that, but it comes back like a flood.
Kureto is going to interrogate him either way. Dextera has already shared too much, and he's not equipped for lying further than this. It puts both of their necks on the line, especially when it means Kureto has another playing piece against him, but Guren can't help it.
While Kureto straightens and reaches to grab Dextera's wrist, quickly asking "What did he just sign?", Guren steps closer to grab Kureto's arm right back, tightly.]
Let him go.
[Something about Guren's expression is enough to get Kureto's lips to quirk up in the corners. Shinya is hanging back. "What did he sign."]
...My name.
[With that, Kureto releases Dextera, laughing in his amusement and leaving Guren to let him slip out of his grip as well. Now he gets the chance to shoot Dextera a reassuring glance as Kureto turns his back on them, stepping back towards the bed.
"Who is he?"]
Why do you care?
["He got past my men."]
I'm not going to tell you he's someone special just to reassure your wounded ego.
["Is this another thing you can't tell us, Guren?" This time it's Shinya who pops in, quick to diffuse a conversation that's only going bad places in an attempt to help. It does, a little, since it gets Kureto to turn around and glance back at him, and Guren takes the chance to remain silent.
"Is it?" But Kureto wants it confirmed.]
Yeah, kind of.
["'Kind of' isn't good enough. What the hell are you up to?"
At this point, Guren sighs out in his irritation, bringing a hand up to rub over an eye before he runs it up and through his hair.]
This doesn't have anything to do with you. He's not someone you have to worry about.
["I don't know that for sure."
This really seems like it's never going to end, sorry Dextera.]