"Hey," Kyros defended immediately, his own feelings dwarfed by indignance on Sparrow's behalf. "That crossed a line."

"Give her a little time before you bring it up," he said, and gestured to the chaise in the room. His voice held mostly concern for his cousin, gaze fixated. "In the meantime, let's talk."

"Is that a yes for the day off?" He wondered, sitting up after her.

His expression betrayed his shock as he wrapped his arms around his mom. "Mom? You're so cold, come inside."

His brow furrowed. That certainly wasn't the update he was /expecting/, and the phrase alone was cause for great concern. She'd brought it up with such a casual tone, but he knew her better than to assume that meant anything was fine. His hands flattened on the table and he stood, fighting off all the scenarios that surged forth from his imagination.
"What? What happened?"

"Wait, wait, wait," Kyros put his hands up, looking to Sparrow and trying to understand. "Did you... know about this?"

"And yet you did," Kyros reminded her. "Let her talk."

"Well," he put forth, "I'm here and I'm asking you again of my own volition. If I can't prove it to you, you'll just have to trust me. Can I take you out sometime?"

"Hey, wait," he breathed, still getting his bearings. His hand found its way to her cheek. "Come back."

"It's okay," he rested his lips against her forehead. "How'd you sleep?"