By the time I got into the house, he was nowhere in sight. his father was in the living room, watching a holo of what looked like news. He gave me a curious look, as I came in."I didn't injure Kit," I said, defensively. "It was Joseph Klaavil."His father smiled. "I know that. He told me." But the curious, attentive look on me continued, as if he were trying to figure out what I'd done to irritate Kit. I couldn't tell him. He said, "He'll be fine, you know? He has an iron constitution.""Yeah," I said. I could guess that from the fact that he he'd got up from that sofa and torn off his IV without collapsing.I realized I was shoving my hands into my pockets in exactly the same position that Kit usually held them while he was waiting for me to get off work. But then I didn't know what to do with them, and held them awkwardly in front of me, in a vaguely Asian pose. His father didn't seem to notice anything amiss."I'm sorry I didn't notice Joseph before he fired his burner," I said.This got me a curious glance.
