[ Alberto holds the hug a long moment, overwhelmed at the same time with both grief and gratitude. When that wave of emotion breaks again, he lets it roll over him, managing to bite back tears by screwing up his face, which he buries into Luca's shoulder as if to hide it. It helps. The hug helps. Having Luca here helps. And after a moment, once that comfort sets in and the shock begins to settle at last, he heaves a cathartic sigh and breaks the hug.
He offers Luca a wan, appreciative, lopsided smile as he pulls back, patting his hand on Luca's shoulder affectionately in a silent "thank you." His face and arms are dry by this point, sitting half-wet and half-transformed, but he'll just let himself air-dry, however subtly strange it feels... Feels maybe appropriately uncomfortable. He lies back into the cushions more relaxed, his body language more open now with his arms behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling. He doesn't say anything for a moment, but with a softer sigh to start, he manages a pretty simple statement: ]
...I'm gonna miss him.
[ And really, that's getting to the heart of the matter, so plainly it's poignant. He'll miss Bruno a lot. That's all. ]
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He offers Luca a wan, appreciative, lopsided smile as he pulls back, patting his hand on Luca's shoulder affectionately in a silent "thank you." His face and arms are dry by this point, sitting half-wet and half-transformed, but he'll just let himself air-dry, however subtly strange it feels... Feels maybe appropriately uncomfortable. He lies back into the cushions more relaxed, his body language more open now with his arms behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling. He doesn't say anything for a moment, but with a softer sigh to start, he manages a pretty simple statement: ]
...I'm gonna miss him.
[ And really, that's getting to the heart of the matter, so plainly it's poignant. He'll miss Bruno a lot. That's all. ]