[It's not surprising that's the name Polnareff chose as one of these things is very blatantly not like the others. But Bruno also suspects that it's generally uncharted territory for Polnareff.]
I actually met Renato during the tail-end of the summer before my fifteenth birthday. But he didn't want to talk to me then. His mother and father had just separated, and he was moving into the apartment next to mine with his mother. Since we were around the same age, I think she was hoping that he could make a friend before school started. She made him introduce himself to me, but after that we didn't speak.
We hardly saw each other anyway since my father was still in and out of the hospital a lot and I had business to take care of for Passione while Renato had school and over the summer, he went to be with his father in his village. He came back and we still didn't speak much until that winter when he ended up locked out. He'd left his key at the school and there was no way he could get there in time to get it back. So, he was stuck waiting until his mother got home from one of her jobs.
I offered to let him wait for her in my apartment, but he turned me down so I let him be. Then a few hours later, it started to pour. There was nothing for a few minutes. [Bruno huffs a small laugh.] But then his pride lost and that's when I had frantic knocking on my door. I'd barely opened it before Renato came barging in, already soaking wet. I let him borrow a change of clothes, but he was upset about his textbooks. His were all secondhand and a few of them were beyond salvaging, but there was no way in hell his mother could possibly afford to buy him new ones. I lied to him about having an older cousin and possibly getting him the books, he just had to be patient and avoid letting his mother find out.
It took me a few weeks to track them down, but I stole him new copies. I don't know if he actually believed me that they came from a cousin, but I don't think he cared. We spent a lot of time together after that. Sometimes he'd come over to my apartment, sometimes he'd drag me over to his. If his mother was working late enough that she wouldn't be back until the morning, he'd just stay all night and sneak back over before she got home.
By the time the summer came around again, he didn't really want to go back to his village to visit with his father. So, I kissed him and said I'd still be there when he got back. [Bruno shrugs a little.] We dated for a while after he got back, but I broke things off shortly before my father died.
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I actually met Renato during the tail-end of the summer before my fifteenth birthday. But he didn't want to talk to me then. His mother and father had just separated, and he was moving into the apartment next to mine with his mother. Since we were around the same age, I think she was hoping that he could make a friend before school started. She made him introduce himself to me, but after that we didn't speak.
We hardly saw each other anyway since my father was still in and out of the hospital a lot and I had business to take care of for Passione while Renato had school and over the summer, he went to be with his father in his village. He came back and we still didn't speak much until that winter when he ended up locked out. He'd left his key at the school and there was no way he could get there in time to get it back. So, he was stuck waiting until his mother got home from one of her jobs.
I offered to let him wait for her in my apartment, but he turned me down so I let him be. Then a few hours later, it started to pour. There was nothing for a few minutes. [Bruno huffs a small laugh.] But then his pride lost and that's when I had frantic knocking on my door. I'd barely opened it before Renato came barging in, already soaking wet. I let him borrow a change of clothes, but he was upset about his textbooks. His were all secondhand and a few of them were beyond salvaging, but there was no way in hell his mother could possibly afford to buy him new ones. I lied to him about having an older cousin and possibly getting him the books, he just had to be patient and avoid letting his mother find out.
It took me a few weeks to track them down, but I stole him new copies. I don't know if he actually believed me that they came from a cousin, but I don't think he cared. We spent a lot of time together after that. Sometimes he'd come over to my apartment, sometimes he'd drag me over to his. If his mother was working late enough that she wouldn't be back until the morning, he'd just stay all night and sneak back over before she got home.
By the time the summer came around again, he didn't really want to go back to his village to visit with his father. So, I kissed him and said I'd still be there when he got back. [Bruno shrugs a little.] We dated for a while after he got back, but I broke things off shortly before my father died.