[Oh. Oh, and he doesn't speak Italian, but he knows enough to understand that. His breath catches, his fingers tightening around Bruno's hips. It's not just the words (though they play no small part in his delight). It's the fact that Bruno so rarely allows himself such permanent affection. Even those I love yous were surprising; to hear something like you are my everything is stunning.]
Per me tu sei tutto.
[He echoes the words clumsily, his accent stressing on the wrong syllables. He means it, though. Every word. Polnareff smiles, his fingers dragging down to wrap around the back of Bruno's neck.]
Mm. You should thank Fugo, too. It cost me a song to get it. He's the only reason that song was any good.
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Per me tu sei tutto.
[He echoes the words clumsily, his accent stressing on the wrong syllables. He means it, though. Every word. Polnareff smiles, his fingers dragging down to wrap around the back of Bruno's neck.]
Mm. You should thank Fugo, too. It cost me a song to get it. He's the only reason that song was any good.