[ Mine'd asked the question directly, but been left with an answer vague enough to let him spend time until now thinking over how they'd go on– Until the minute Nishikiyama sat down and he elsewhere, in fact. The clarity of his act and the rest of his men surrounding is a relief on its own; what does their intimacy mean after all, though? Mine doesn't have time to ponder. He quite literally flinches away from the thought when Kanda slaps his shoulder and has to turn to him at the same time. The man's a fucking brute. ]

My apologies.

[ But he's easily placated, Mine figures, dips his head. While his eyes are cast down they search for what made Kanda complete his assumption, though. His eyebrows pinch together, his lifestyle doesn't spell fatherhood and he can't imagine it'd make a difference to say this or that– No, Kanda should be happy with any kind of explanation. ]

I received a call from our– [ His white-collar company, not the Nishikiyama Family. ] –European creditors, making an offer on stock in San Francisco. The time difference makes negotiations challenging and the scheduling critical...

[ Mine lies without getting red in the face and talks as if he can keep going, but expects the other man doesn't care to hear the details. ]