[Pietro moved the phone away from his ear and frowned down at it as if it was either one of his headache-inducing nephews. He took a deep breath, and just under that annoyance, panic was starting to bubble up. What was he doing? He had no idea how to do this. He had a daughter and he fucked that up massively, how was he going to manage watching over two teenage boys just as angry at the world? He spoke again, attempting to keep his tone even.]
Where are the two of you? And when should I expect you two back?