"I will speak to you soon." Dark replied, hung up, and tossed his phone lightly onto the coffee table.
"She sounded worried," Daizi said gently, rubbing his shoulder.
"She was," Dark agreed, his expression slowly changing until he was glaring at nothing, "But I do not think it is fair for her to speak to me as if I have been intentionally excluding her, because what I recall is her making quite a noise about how nobody could have expected her to be aware of the twins living on the street for, weeks, or even that there were two of them, despite having more resources than any average person, for fifteen years, not even thinking to look for a birth record, but then we wait... eighteen hours? What time is it? Let us say twenty-four, let us say thirty-six, let us be generous, to call her, and I have to talk her down."
"Okay, well," She shifted up on her knees, resting her hand on the back of his neck. Although he had brought up a somewhat decent point, she also knew from what she overheard that Ciara relaxed easily, and Dark wouldn't be as frustrated as he was just then if he wasn't worn out and in pain, "She is trying to do better than before, and now that she has some level of a relationship with them, she cares more. She's concerned, and probably still learning how to be concerned. And I probably should have called her, I realized that this morning, while I was already talking with Sally."
"But she did not call you,"
"I know, Goose, but you reminded her she could have," She pushing his hair back, "instead of yelling at the man who saved her nephews."
"She called me their 'guardian,'" He grumbled, although he did, admittedly, settle down, begrudgingly, "I do not care if it is the legal term, it feels so detached."