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[nellacerniera]

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[nellacerniera]

[His smile just grows wider at that.

And maybe... he leans against Abbacchio a bit. Just a little.]

[ripetuto]

[O-oh.

Well, Abbacchio won't move. Not for love or money. He's just going to eat his pizza and drink his wine with Bucciarati leaning against him like this.

Where is Narancia or the Pokemon he knows they're going to interrupt this oddly peaceful moment.]

[nellacerniera]

[Bucciarati's going to enjoy the pizza and wine as well, and just... otherwise not move.

But he's quiet, thinking during that time. He thinks back to a conversation he had before with Carly, remembers her warning.

...

Fuck it. Better to do this now, he thinks, before they could possibly lose the chance. He turns, just a bit, to look at Abbacchio.]

... hey.

[ripetuto]

[Abbacchio stops, wine glass half way to his lips.]

Yeah?

[nellacerniera]

[...

No words, just a quick kiss.]

[ripetuto]

[You can almost hear the Moody Blues rewind sound as Abbacchio stares at nothing, stunned, and then focuses on Bucciarati again.]

Did you--

[Mean to do that?]

[nellacerniera]

I did.

[ripetuto]

[Give him a moment. This is a lot. How is he suppose to react, he doesn't want to let Bucciarati think that he's bothered but like. This is a lot.

Eventually, Abbacchio just reaches out to rest his hand on Bucciarati's, still a little stunned and trying to make sense of it all? This isn't platonic, right?]

[nellacerniera]

[Yeah, Bucciarati's quiet as he lets Abbacchio process.

He'll just quietly place his other hand on top of Abbacchio's in the meantime.]

[ripetuto]

...even here, you're still the only one I feel at home with.

[nellacerniera]

... I can't even begin to tell you how much you mean to me.

[Maybe one day the proper "I love you" will happen, but for now... for now, this is enough.]