[He was quiet for a moment, sipping at his coffee and ignoring the cheese plate (honestly, savory? No thank you. He'll wait for his crepes). He leaned back in his seat, soaking in the warmth of the sun and the sounds of the city, looking content and pleased with himself.
He was comfortable here. Far more comfortable than he had been when he'd taken the whole group to see his family home in Genoa. The place had been comfortable enough and his mother had been pleasant enough, but his brother and father had been curt and abrupt and his mother had been interrupted when she'd gone to invite them all for dinner.
Here, there was none of that and he took in a large breath before he turned back to Booker, smiling and looking a little shy.]
You know that just because I don't get jealous like that does mean I don't love you as much as he does, right?
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He was comfortable here. Far more comfortable than he had been when he'd taken the whole group to see his family home in Genoa. The place had been comfortable enough and his mother had been pleasant enough, but his brother and father had been curt and abrupt and his mother had been interrupted when she'd gone to invite them all for dinner.
Here, there was none of that and he took in a large breath before he turned back to Booker, smiling and looking a little shy.]
You know that just because I don't get jealous like that does mean I don't love you as much as he does, right?