[ At Pietro's question Cassian makes a startled sort of laugh over the phone and then there's the distinct noises associated with grabbing something to drink - the fridge opening and closing, a glass against the countertop - before Cassian lets out a little sigh. ]

Soldiers don't always make good husbands.

[ To be honest he appreciates these phone calls, finds himself worrying about this brother that can't possibly be related to him and yet is simultaneously. He cooks dinner, brings Pietro's household food, and tries not to fret too much about the distance. It's a small town.

He'd ask what's the worst that could happen but he knows. Tommy is gone, the mental fabrications of a decade of looking after another "family" member have all but unwound themselves from Cassian's mind and he hates it. Hates how it ebbs and flows, adjusts according to...what? Actual residency?

He doesn't know. Another thing on a long list that is driving Cassian up a wall.

The two of them, Cassian and Pietro, are bound by the duty that Cassian believes has been completely imposed upon him against his will, true, but it's not Pietro's fault. So Cassian does his best to be a good brother. ]

There's a lot of fear involved, and I am not the best at communicating what I'm thinking.