A Visit
"Y-You could’ve told me- before, before i-it got this bad, I… I didn’t know, I-I really thought… I thought we were okay!” he wept, choking on his words as he trembled in a heap on the floor, withdrawing and curling into himself anxiously. “D-Do you think I want you to feel like this, Celino? Talk to me, tell me- ti voglio tanto bene, fratellino, I would never want you to suffer like that! S-So don’t hide it away! D-Don’t… l-let it fester!” He was hiccuping between his sobs, a wreck on the floor.
Celino was quiet, but he scooted over and laid a hesitant hand on his brother's back. "Dispaice. Ti voglio bene. Dispaice." Christ, he felt like a piece of shit. He knew that Feliciano didn't deserve this. He was an idiot. The nasty part of himself, the part Celino hated, was snarling angrily that if Feli actually cared, if he really didn't want Celi to feel like this, he wouldn't have had to be told. Celino promptly smothered it. It was his fault entirely that this had happened. He shouldn't pass the blame off on other people.










