[Somehow, with this, it clicks into place. Something, he doesn't know what, something he couldn't put a name to no matter how hard he tried, at least not yet. Just something, a piece of himself that he's been grasping for for so long. A fragment of the Don Giovanna.]
[Not quite absently, he reaches up and pets Bruno's hair, head leaned on his shoulder. Not careful anymore. Just close. Two exhausted children holding each other up.]
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[Somehow, with this, it clicks into place. Something, he doesn't know what, something he couldn't put a name to no matter how hard he tried, at least not yet. Just something, a piece of himself that he's been grasping for for so long. A fragment of the Don Giovanna.]
[Not quite absently, he reaches up and pets Bruno's hair, head leaned on his shoulder. Not careful anymore. Just close. Two exhausted children holding each other up.]
Sono fiero di te. Sono sempre fiero di te.