[Kyrie lies comfortably with her head pillowed on Nero's chest, just below his shoulder, enjoying the familiar dull pulse of his heartbeat beneath her ear as she listens to him talk. It's comforting and soothing and might be enough to lull her to sleep but she feels him tense beneath her and everything changes. She shifts a little to sit up, wriggling so she's upright and facing him with a frown on her face.]

I knew something was bothering you when you called, has it been eating away at you for this long?

[She can't imagine that he's had months to sit on this; is it something so terrible that he can't even share it with his family? She reaches for both of his hands to hold in hers as she looks at him.]

Of course I can hear you out, you can tell me anything.