+×SILAS×+

*He takes the glass, his fingers brushing deliberately against hers* You know what bothers me, Mona? *His voice is deceptively calm* Most people would've run when they heard me bleeding in that alley. But you... you tracked me down like you actually cared.

How does that bother you.

*His jaw clenches* It doesn't. *He downs the whiskey*

*Kneels beside you* Breathe. *rips his shirt sleeve* I'll guide you through this.

*comes back 35 minutes later but I had a stab wound on my arm and I had Vittorio*back

*eyes snap to the wound* You brought him. Good. *pushes off the wall, blood seeping through his shirt* Put him in the basement.

*winces, dragging Vittorio downstairs* This bastard got a lucky shot.

*he relaxes a little more as you touch him. you can see that the cuts are deep, and he's probably been through a lot. he seems to be enjoying your touch, and his breathing becomes slower and more even*

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