He had heard another voice on Barshai's end, and realized it had to belong to Khartov. Taras' pulse fluttered like a little bird, uncertain on its perch, wondering if somehow Khartov knew what Barshai had been doing, and knew who was on the other end of the line.
But no. That was impossible, unless he'd somehow overheard Barshai's whispered words.
Taras eased his hand open, wiping it on his pants, unthinking, grimacing as he realized what he'd done. Not that the evidence wasn't already fairly obvious.
He let out a long, slow breath.
"Isaev," he said, again. "Does he..."
Taras paused, frowning.
"Does he do that," he whispered.
He threw his arm over his eyes, shielding his face.
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Date: 2008-08-30 03:41 am (UTC)"Isaev."
He had heard another voice on Barshai's end, and realized it had to belong to Khartov. Taras' pulse fluttered like a little bird, uncertain on its perch, wondering if somehow Khartov knew what Barshai had been doing, and knew who was on the other end of the line.
But no. That was impossible, unless he'd somehow overheard Barshai's whispered words.
Taras eased his hand open, wiping it on his pants, unthinking, grimacing as he realized what he'd done. Not that the evidence wasn't already fairly obvious.
He let out a long, slow breath.
"Isaev," he said, again. "Does he..."
Taras paused, frowning.
"Does he do that," he whispered.
He threw his arm over his eyes, shielding his face.
"...kiss you?"