[It's more of a relief than he'd admit, hearing his brother's voice. There's no sound of struggle in there. No followup screams. No silence. Just Kouyuki, sounding like he always did. There's an odd note to his voice, though; one Kidou may have missed had he not been paying close attention.
And then Kidou realizes, really realizes, what he'd done. He'd been hasty; in his need to make sure that nothing happened, he'd ran out here in clothing that Michi would never wear, holding something that he has absolutely no reason to know how to hold, let alone own... he's not even sure how to dismiss that gun. Was that subconsciously part of his instinct holding him back from charging in? He can't even know. But he doesn't knock or ask for entry now. He couldn't possibly risk that, even if Michi might have.
Remembering to breathe helps a little, but not as much as it ought to. He at least sounds calm - well, tense, but calm enough - when he replies again.]
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And then Kidou realizes, really realizes, what he'd done. He'd been hasty; in his need to make sure that nothing happened, he'd ran out here in clothing that Michi would never wear, holding something that he has absolutely no reason to know how to hold, let alone own... he's not even sure how to dismiss that gun. Was that subconsciously part of his instinct holding him back from charging in? He can't even know. But he doesn't knock or ask for entry now. He couldn't possibly risk that, even if Michi might have.
Remembering to breathe helps a little, but not as much as it ought to. He at least sounds calm - well, tense, but calm enough - when he replies again.]
What happened?