"I'm not sure where you want to go with this, Bak." Komui tilted his head to the side, the phone held against his shoulder as he distractedly shuffled through the papers on his desk. They were a mess, true, but it was a mess he had made and he could find anything in it.
...except what other people dropped in the middle of it, but, pshh. If something was important, it was unearthed sooner or later. Frankly, Komui wished all the paperwork could just go off itself from the top of the Tower, but, unfortunately, the day the papers started walking by themselves was the day Komui pleaded true insanity.
"I'm quite sure Kanda wouldn't appreciate this kind of meddling," he murmured, "No one has deemed necessary to tell me what was done, Bak, and I don't like going about blindly."
"It's not like I can tell you, Komui," Bak sounded just the slightest bit tired beneath his usual fluster, "But you know how the Church is. Especially the Inspector."
Komui detachedly watched his hand reflexively clench on a detailed report about the city he'd sent little Allen Walker and Kanda in the former's first mission. Ah, that might be a paper worth keeping... hidden.
"The only thing you should know above all, Komui," Bak's voice lowered to a murmur, "Is that my and Reneé's parents were involved. It's why they died."
"So you say," Komu grumbled back, forcibly relaxing his hand and stashing the report in the lowest drawer, under all the other papers in it. He'd put it in a proper place later on, out of prying hands he didn't trust. Perhaps Reever would be so kind as to lose it in his room, or Johnny would oblige to misplacing it in the laboratory. "You would do well to give Kanda as much of a warning as you can," he pressed his fingers to his closed eyes, beneath the glasses, "Even if just a... covert... one."
"...I'll try," Bak offered like some kind of strange olive branch in their strange fighting, "But there isn't much I can say that I think he would understand properly. ...sometimes I'm not sure he even wants to understand."
Komui's lips thinned. This could pose a terrible problem. ...if Bak was right, anyway. He dearly hoped Kanda was smarter than that.
"Very well, I won't meddle," Komui murmured. The not too much went unspoken. Bak hung up without much fuss after that, and Komui could only breathe in ill-concealed relief. God forbid the man badger him into visiting to lay his eyes on Lenalee.
It was in that kind of strange mood that Reever entered with a few more papers under his arm, silent. Komui received them without a word and shuffled through them, separating a few for more thorough reading. A few others he carelessly threw over his shoulder, Reever determinedly staring at the door on the other side of the room. After Komui sorted the last in its proper place (lost amid the many papers around his desk), Reever left, once again without a word.
Komui smiled thinly. God forbid he truly let those terrible and futile orders pass, as well.