[careful though his expression is, this close, Hisoka can see the way tension starts in Chrollo. the way his eyes slightly narrow, the hardness in his posture, the press of his lips together-

before he turns away, letting go of the rose, shoving his hands in his pockets and striding away to leave.]

If you're trying to tell me your other job is being some kind of murderer, I don't buy it. Call me later if you want to tell me the truth.

[he needs time to calm down, anyway. time to reassure himself that old fears were baseless, that there was no possible way. that everything was left behind to rot and was nothing more than old bones now. his entire image was built on secrets. ones only he held the key to. paranoia had never seized him in the past, and he doesn't intend on letting it do so now.

home. that's where he'll be able to relax.]