It carries on like that for an hour.
Sesshoumaru is sitting against her door, shoulders hunched forward and his head tilted to rest against the jamb. He ignores the questioning stares of neighbors as he waits, the shrill upset of the miko echoing out into the streets.
"Kago—"
"You have some nerve, Sesshoumaru!"
His head falls back, and he closes his eyes, unable to get in a word edgewise. Still, he can't blame her.
"Four months! Do you know how long these last four months were!"
He does, but it would be unfair of him to say.
"It was hell!"
