For a moment he looked like he was ready to just blow the man off and try storming into the building again instead of giving him what he wanted. It was prying, and wasting time, and he didn't have the patience for it. Besides that who knew how long it would take Celeste to do something completely hair brained. The girl had perfect sense sometimes, but every so often she seemed to need to sling her wits away just to see how far he'd go to bring them back. Giving up in the middle of Zombot Street, meeting with men who sent her dangerous places in the throes of morning sickness.<br/><br/>The annoyed defiance in his eyes faded, and in a few seconds he just looked exhausted as he stiffly sat next to the bike, forcing his eyes to stay open so he wouldn't fall asleep from doing that, though his eyes focused on empty space.<br/><br/>"Ran into each other a while ago. Hit it off. Next thing I know, she pops up on a job I took in Frostschild. She helps me get around despite a leg wound, I pull her ass off the fire. End of the day, city sinks into the ground. In a couple of weeks my relationship does the same, and next thing I know-"<br/><br/>He blinked blankly, startling as if he had nodded off for a part of a second. He flicked some fingers at the knife on the ground, turning it over, and making a face, apparently with a touch more clarity again.<br/><br/>"On and off for a while, we go. Then she hits real hard times. Some bastard gets her daughter. Before I get a chance to figure out what's going down or hunt the fuck down, it's like every whacko with an ego and a sleeveful of voodoo is popping up to screw around with things and 'fix' her. Without asking or telling anyone 'bout it first, of course. So something gets fixed, but leaves me worrying bout her wellbeing. So,"<br/><br/>His voice had started to raise in agitation.<br/><br/>"Her ol' friend decides this is the time to lay into me, I sock him, and she storms off. Two weeks later, I get a call saying she is, in fact, pregnant, tossing her guts up, and oh yeah, decided it'd be an ideal time to go take a suicide mission from some fellah who- oh yeah!- doesn't like unexpected guests. But that's okay, 'cuz then the white knight rode in, slaid the dragon, took the princess home, and everyone without scales lived happily ever after. Upliftin', ain't it?"<br/><br/>By this point, fervor was keeping him well and awake again, and inside his leather glove his knuckles were going white, fist driving itself slowly into the turf.