Rin finally pulled the truck to a stop, arm resting on open window as he stared at Shiro's receding form. Wow this was annoying. Rightfully he should have been pissed, but it was kind of hard to be given how the situation itself was. Really, how do you tell some one that something they had gotten probably not that long ago had been passed to some one else years in their future?

Without breaking them with the whole "by the by that's your son" thing?

Sighing, he turned the truck off (it gave another sputter that didn't sound too good, either, but he could hope that it wouldn't be dead when he came back) and got out, closing the door behind him with a slam.

He was about to bolt after the older man when he realized something had happened in between the moment he'd gotten out and the moment he'd turned around.

Shiro wasn't there anymore.

Had he turned already? Or had he hit the barrier-- ... no Rin would have heard something. Besides it was further out than that. Rin squinted, and finally realized there was a patch of black amongst the dead and dying winter grass, the remaining brown from the fallen autumn leaves and the gray cracked and broken sidewalk.

"... th' hell did you do, you idiot?" he sighed, trudging forward and carefully stepping over the cracks and the holes until he was able to get close enough to crouch down next to Shiro, staring at him with a scowl.

"... how bad is it? 'cause if you can't walk I'm takin' that sword back before I carry you to the clinic."