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“You’ve no idea..” Or maybe Mark did? Or maybe he didn’t?! And the worm of doubt wriggled, a twinge of worry settling in between the few folds that creased his brain. What if this really was ‘the prince’ who knew his boy, of him, but didn’t exactly have him on hand? What if The Mark was simply twisting his chain along? Maybe the guy didn’t like Faustite — for all that Headache was willing to go with him and see — he didn’t take the bugs credibility for much.

Wasn’t even sure Headache ever wanted Faustite to rerun at all —

And yet he listened, swallowed his loss, his ire alongside it like bitter wine made from wrathful grapes. Because no amount of knowing of a person would suddenly bring said person back to his side..

“Then it’s a date for three…..” Pleasant in a way that made his skin crawl, an act held aloft only so long as it took to get the words out. “M’sure, once I get in touch with him? That he’ll be excited t’meet you in person....know I am...” A sudden cessation in response to the gently muffled words and distant squeaking. Not so much someone hitting an ‘end call’ button, as it was crackling silence that became dead-line beeping as another burner phone met a graceless end between Waru’s fists. The snap ever so satisfying to his own ears, the crinkle of breaking glass and thump of the hand-held device being tossed.

Because something in him couldn’t stand it, hearing Mark happily enjoying himself on the other end of the line. Knowing something was ******** off, and still, still! Not being able to put his finger on it!! But he only had so much energy for trying, before he had to flop right back and come up with possibly, appreciative mantras to curse about it all —

He’d heard that venting in small doses could be a healthy thing? Maybe if he started doing it with himself before moving onto others…