When Ivan didn't say anything for a minute, Eugene narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Van? What's wrong?"
[U-um...] The sound of nervous gulping was loud enough for Eugene to hear. [I...I think you should just see it for yourself. Umm...I'll send it through an encrypted source, and the physical flash drive...should I hand it over to Elliot so you can hold onto both tomorrow?]
"Oh, okay..." Eugene frowned slightly. "Are you okay?"
[I...] Ivan fell into silence again for a few seconds. [I'm sorry, Gene...]
The call ended after that, and Eugene was suddenly filled with dread. What...what could it be that made Ivan sound so distraught?
"Gin? Are you there?"
His concern, however, had to be shoved away when he heard Arthur knocking on the bathroom door. Eugene took a deep breath and checked his expression in the mirror, making sure he didn't look too tense.
Poker face, however, couldn't hide his pheromone.
