[ Alberto's in there for quite a while, but still far shorter than he probably would have needed in the past. At first, after just a couple minutes in there, he lets loose — which is worrisome to listen to, but surely not surprising. There's a loud clattering when he tears down the shower curtain, the rod bashing a few times against the tub. It's followed by a series of hollow bangs as all the bottles of toiletries are knocked about in the tub, the spice rack-turned-shower-caddy clanging as it falls. Anything on the sink counter, back of the toilet, all swiped off in a fury. One star projector turns out to be more durable than the other, which breaks when it hits the tile. He even goes so far as to tear down the towels. The cacophony culminates in a sharp shattering of a candle being thrown against the floor, the glass thankfully breaking off in large chunks rather than dispersing in tiny shards.
He finally breaks down crying after this, and there's silence, apart from the faint sound of his sobbing. But that is much shorter-lived than his violent tantrum, once it occurs to him to use the water to drown the sound. He turns both faucets on, and they stay on for some time. In fact, once he manages a little bit of composure, Alberto has the good instinct to take a bath/shower... the best thing he could possibly do for himself right now, truthfully. He lets the shower rain over him, clothes and all, hugging himself in the tub as it fills up slowly, all the fallen bottles floating about around him. There's an occasional splashing heard over the sound of the running water, but altogether it does well to disguise his grief.
A little over a half hour passes before he re-emerges, if Luca doesn't check on him first. He doesn't bother to clean up the destruction he left behind him, and quickly shuts the door to hide it when he comes out. He's dripping wet, and still looks quite upset, but there's definitely a different air about him now that he's let some of the emotion out of his system. He saunters over to Luca again, hugging himself still, and sits close beside him, close enough that their legs touch. He stays wrapped in his own arms, but sits more comfortably than before, the tip of his tail swishing slightly; he even leans into Luca somewhat, though he still averts his gaze. There's a short, silent beat before he speaks up, his voice tempered but hoarse. ]
...I'll fix it later.
[ The bathroom. He'll fix the bathroom. But "fixing it" is still a loaded phrase for Alberto, a larger concept in itself — because of Massimo... and then because of Bruno. It's an idea that became significant with the both of them, "un-breaking" things. Boats, walls, fights with family... He may be referring to the bathroom, the most recent mess he's made, but subconsciously, there's no coincidence these are the first words that come to his mind to announce that he's okay. ]
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Date: 2022-12-23 05:18 pm (UTC)He finally breaks down crying after this, and there's silence, apart from the faint sound of his sobbing. But that is much shorter-lived than his violent tantrum, once it occurs to him to use the water to drown the sound. He turns both faucets on, and they stay on for some time. In fact, once he manages a little bit of composure, Alberto has the good instinct to take a bath/shower... the best thing he could possibly do for himself right now, truthfully. He lets the shower rain over him, clothes and all, hugging himself in the tub as it fills up slowly, all the fallen bottles floating about around him. There's an occasional splashing heard over the sound of the running water, but altogether it does well to disguise his grief.
A little over a half hour passes before he re-emerges, if Luca doesn't check on him first. He doesn't bother to clean up the destruction he left behind him, and quickly shuts the door to hide it when he comes out. He's dripping wet, and still looks quite upset, but there's definitely a different air about him now that he's let some of the emotion out of his system. He saunters over to Luca again, hugging himself still, and sits close beside him, close enough that their legs touch. He stays wrapped in his own arms, but sits more comfortably than before, the tip of his tail swishing slightly; he even leans into Luca somewhat, though he still averts his gaze. There's a short, silent beat before he speaks up, his voice tempered but hoarse. ]
...I'll fix it later.
[ The bathroom. He'll fix the bathroom. But "fixing it" is still a loaded phrase for Alberto, a larger concept in itself — because of Massimo... and then because of Bruno. It's an idea that became significant with the both of them, "un-breaking" things. Boats, walls, fights with family... He may be referring to the bathroom, the most recent mess he's made, but subconsciously, there's no coincidence these are the first words that come to his mind to announce that he's okay. ]