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[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.]