[Bruno tamps down on the impulse to say he doesn't need convincing. It wouldn't be a complete lie. Most days, he doesn't. He can say that honestly. Bruno doesn't stay awake at night over it. He doesn't dream about it. He doesn't obsess over it. Not usually. But there are days and times he catches himself. Fingers find their way to his pulse points at his wrists. He moves with his breath in and out. He can't bring himself to look down. He finds himself watching or looking at something he might normally only give a passing glance. He lingers for a while on the food he eats, the taste and texture. He feels his skin crawl at how idle he's been lately as a sharp contrast to how he only had just enough time to keep everyone moving.]
[It happens sometimes. But only sometimes.]
Only one of us is challenging me on it right now and it's not me, Abbacchio.
evening action; 10/27
[It happens sometimes. But only sometimes.]
Only one of us is challenging me on it right now and it's not me, Abbacchio.