[Private Calls: Backdated to Sunday afternoon]

[catchingflies]

[Both Pietro and Kurt get voice messages left on their phones in the late afternoon on Sunday. They're both pretty much identical, too.]

Hey, uh. It's the Toad. You okay? We spotted some light comin' from your way and, uh, just wanted to check in. Call me back.

[And then he hangs up. And sits by the phone all night. He's worried, okay?]

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[catchingflies]

[Have a Toad right up in your face, Pietro. Or, rather, right up in the camera. As if that counted the same way, or could get Todd to get a better look, or something.]

Kurt said you got hurt!

[cantcatchme]

Kurt's a drama queen! [Pietro rolls his eyes.] I got zapped a little. Not any worse than fighting Storm.

[catchingflies]

Storm doesn't usually zap people!

[Todd is not convinced.]

He said you were at the hospital. If you were at the hospital then it was bad enough.

[cantcatchme]

Yeah, well, only because he insisted! I just stayed because I'm getting sick again. [He crosses his arms - one bandaged - and sulks a little. He doesn't have the energy for this.]

[catchingflies]

You've still got bandages.

[Todd glares, but there's really more fear than anger behind it.]

You're not allowed to get hurt again, or get sicker, or anything. Okay?

[cantcatchme]

Pff. You can't tell me to do nothing!

[By now, Todd might be able to pick up that Pietro's putting on an act. Being a jerk is how he deals with scary situations he can't control.]

I'll do what I want. I'm not dying yet.

[catchingflies]

[That is assuming Todd is the least bit observant, clever, or empathetic. He's kind of not, sorry, Pietro. So he just scowls.]

Fine. Whatever. See if I care.

[And hangs up. So mature.]