I placed the glass on the counter and went back to the living room, trying not to groan at the familiar ache that lingered in my arm. The stitches pulled a little whenever I moved too quickly, but I’d grown used to it. I sank into the couch, letting out a quiet sigh as I tucked my legs underneath me and reached for the throw blanket.
Marcello was sitting in the armchair opposite me, casually scrolling through something on his phone. Leon was lounging on the other end of the couch, flipping through channels on the TV with a lazy smirk stretched across his face.
"Where is Matteo?" I asked, half out of boredom, half out of... something else I didn’t want to name.
Marcello looked up from his phone, an unreadable expression crossing his face. Leon’s smirk widened immediately, sensing an opportunity.
"Oww, miss him?" he asked teasingly, glancing at me sideways with a glint of mischief in his eyes.
I rolled my eyes. "That’s like asking me if I miss toture."