I want to request Bruno x male reader. A short scenario. Reader is usually emotionless and aloof but one day, reader just break down in private. Reader tried to explain why he is crying but choke on sobs and continue to cry. I want Bruno's comfort please. Thank you. Take care of yourself.
of course! I hope all is well with you, friend. take care.
❥ ┋ ❝ bucciarati comforting his aloof darling
you were never one for emotion. even after a year of dating Bruno Bucciarati, you refused to exhibit any amount of fervor to him (or anyone, for that matter). not that he minded, particularly. you were you, and that was all that mattered to him. he knew how you presented yourself and how he should respond.
that is, until you break down in front of him.
it happens so suddenly. you were approaching him, about to ask him something (or at least he assumes) when you stop. before he can ask you what’s wrong, you start shaking. your breathing becomes uneven. and suddenly, the tears start coming out.
it takes Bucciarati a moment to process what’s going on. there you are, his aloof partner, sobbing before him. he’s never seen you in such pain before. and even if he doesn’t know how to respond exactly, his own heart feels heavy, onerous. but it’s with that muscle that he continues to love with everything that he is. to him, love is never a burden. and neither are you.
“I-I... I’m sorry... I c-can’t...” you don’t know where to begin. you have an idea of what to tell him, but everything you say comes fumbling out of your lips, like water from a broken faucet. you want to talk, you really do, but everything hurts and nothing makes sense and—
“shhh. it’s okay, mio tesoro.” Bucciarati pulls you into his arms, nestling your head into the crook of his neck. his voice is soft, just barely above a whisper. no one but you can hear it; truly, they’re meant only for you. “do not force yourself to speak. I’m right here.”
his body is so, so soft. so warm. you inhale his familiar cologne, the one you had bought for him just a few months ago, and everything just clicks. the tears come out harder, but feeling him here, holding you in your arms, reminds you that yes, it really is okay. he’s here. he isn’t going anywhere.
you bury your face further into his neck. no more words need to be exchanged. you both understand this.
Bucciarati places his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. the soft in’s and out’s of his breathing help you relax, yet the tears don’t come out any slower. “it’s okay,” he whispers. “it’s okay.”
“it’s okay,” you whisper back. it’s more for yourself than for him. but the more you repeat it, the more you believe it. maybe not now, maybe not for a long time, but it will be okay eventually. and when that day comes, Bucciarati will still be there beside you, holding you if you need it.
it’s okay.
it’s okay.
