[ It takes Alberto pause to respond, drumming his fingers along his knee before stilling his hands, his gaze drifting unseeingly up into space. He purses his lips and takes a sharp, shallow breath before he speaks, a slight rasp already tugging his voice. ]
...Bruno left.
[ His wise mind knows that's not the right word for the situation. But that's the word that comes out of his mouth. He still doesn't look at Luca, eyes unfocused on nothing, but his brow begins knotting as he registers what he's just said aloud, his chest growing tight. Hearing himself say it, having to relay the news to Luca, makes it real. ]
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Date: 2022-11-23 03:20 am (UTC)...Bruno left.
[ His wise mind knows that's not the right word for the situation. But that's the word that comes out of his mouth. He still doesn't look at Luca, eyes unfocused on nothing, but his brow begins knotting as he registers what he's just said aloud, his chest growing tight. Hearing himself say it, having to relay the news to Luca, makes it real. ]