[Luca doesn't even have to think about it. He immediately reaches out and holds the offered hand, squeezing gently to offer what reassurance he could. He wishes there was some way he could promise not to leave, but with the way people can just disappear in this place that's not something he can guarantee, but he can, at least, give this reminder that at least right now he's here.]
[ Alberto squeezes Luca's hand back, taking as much solace in the little reassuring gesture as Luca'd hoped. And just a little squeeze like that can say so much — which is meaningful, for these two, since Alberto's not great at putting his heavy feelings to words. Luca's a better communicator by far — but just this says enough. For as profound a loss as this is, what more can really be said? And far be it from Alberto to be the one to say it. After a long moment holding hands in silence, lying still together, still together, Alberto gives Luca's hand another little squeeze out of the blue. He tears his gaze away from the colorful fairy lights he'd let himself zone out on, and turns to Luca with a soft, lopsided smile and tender eyes. ]
...Thanks, Luca.
[ Well— maybe there's a little more to be said. Alberto can at least say that much. ]
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Date: 2023-02-08 02:21 pm (UTC)wrap?
Date: 2023-02-17 07:09 pm (UTC)...Thanks, Luca.
[ Well— maybe there's a little more to be said. Alberto can at least say that much. ]