[He laughs softly, as he sits up and then leans in a little closer as he picks up Polnareff's discarded, empty wine glass.]
Io dirò mai. [Transferring the glass to his other hand with his own empty glass, Bruno shifts to put both feet back on the floor. He sighs and sounds tired, but content.] It's starting to get late. I should head back to my room.
[Or more accurately, he's probably going to want to lie down before much longer and he'll end up sleeping in here instead. Bruno pats Polnareff's knee again, but this time his hand stays for a little while longer as he looks at Polnareff.]
[As he stands up, Bruno's hand puts a little more pressure on Polnareff's knee before leaving it. He pauses just for a few seconds once he's standing for a small stretch before moving to see himself out.]
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[So scathing-- and it's like nothing's wrong, because nothing is wrong, because he's not thinking about it. So.]
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Io dirò mai. [Transferring the glass to his other hand with his own empty glass, Bruno shifts to put both feet back on the floor. He sighs and sounds tired, but content.] It's starting to get late. I should head back to my room.
[Or more accurately, he's probably going to want to lie down before much longer and he'll end up sleeping in here instead. Bruno pats Polnareff's knee again, but this time his hand stays for a little while longer as he looks at Polnareff.]
Grazie amico mio. For tonight.
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[He offers a slight smile. Bruno's hand on his knee is warm, he notices in that same distant way. It's a nice weight.]
My pleasure. I'll, uh-- if you actually want to learn French, I'll draw you up some stuff-- basic words, stuff like that.
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[As he stands up, Bruno's hand puts a little more pressure on Polnareff's knee before leaving it. He pauses just for a few seconds once he's standing for a small stretch before moving to see himself out.]
Buona notte, Polnareff.