My brothers are sitting in one of the booths, laughing at some joke that they probably won't share when I arrive.
"Clara." Luca jumps to his feet and pulls me into a quick hug. "How are you?"
I open my mouth to respond, but he beats me to it. "Actually, let me get you a drink first."
He's walking off before I even tell him what I want. Fortunately, I'm pretty sure he won't mess it up.
"How are you?" Gabriel asks cautiously.
"Fine."
I don't really know what he expects me to say. I'm great? Brilliant? Ace? Never been better?
He nods as if I've confirmed what he already thought.
"I'm sorry. I wish this hadn't happened."
"Gabriel, it's not your fault."
"It only came out because of my political aspirations."
"Perhaps... that doesn't make it your fault."
He nods, but I think he's still reluctant to agree with me.
"Have you spoken to Contius?"
"No."
"I'm sorry."
"It's for the best."
"If you're sure," he frowns. "I'd hate you to sacrifice your happiness for me."