Matteo turned to look at Adrian this time. Really look at him. “I was worried that…you didn’t care for me as much as you did before. AndI know how dumb that sounds. I know.” Matteo rubbed the back of his neck, shaking his head. Noticing Adrian’s fingers tighten around the wheel, naturally caused Matteo to slide one of his hands over the male’s. He could feel his eyes start to burn, but he forced that feeling away. It had been a long time since he cried, and he wasn’t going to start now. “You got us a house?” he asked, softly. “In Italia?” he said, even lower. “That sounds like a dream…” the Italian said, leaning back on his seat. “But I don’t need some fancy house. I just need you.”
“It ridiculously dumb.” He quickly changed the grip so he would manage t intertwine his fingers with Matteo’s. “I got us.. A new start.” Adrian tried to put it in easier terms. “.. Even though I don’t deserve one. Even though you deserve so much better.” Adrian didn’t cry loudly; the tears being near to invisible unless the light fell just right. The final words would change everything; and not a moment too soon, that was. A deep sigh to brace himself, the words were left to hang and wait in the air. “I talked to my parents, bello... And, - I talked to yours.”
