Luciano leaned against the brick wall, cold against warm skin and god he wished he could be inside right now. Through the curtains he could see her dancing, laughing with his father, his aunt, and he wanted to be there.He wanted to be there so badly - he needed to be there.But he couldn't.Day after day he'd kept an eye on her, of course he had. He'd watched her to make sure she was safe, kept his sights on anyone suspicious, stayed as close as possible while he did his job.He'd nearly been caught looking out for her, and he didn't care. God he just wanted to hold her, and their daughter, dancing in the candlelight with her grandfather, a little ball of energy that he'd give anything for.Still, he couldn't be there. Not yet.And so he turned away, walking off once more with an aching heart and not seeing his wife see him through the window, staring with hurt in her eyes and a lonely murmur of his name.It was five months later he returned, and that night he never left their sides.He had both eyes on them, and kept the curtains closed shut, and merely held them close, relieved to once more be a presence, and no longer just a wraith.