[ But first, Alberto steps aside to Bruno for just a second, and places his hand gingerly on his forearm, smiling softly at him. He doesn't say another word about the topic, just drops it immediately with zero response to what little Bruno did explain. All he has to say, in fact, is: ]
Dai, mangiamo.
[ He gives a little nod toward the table, then goes off to get the third plate and follow Luca to finish setting the table. He slips his phone out of his pocket as he walks over, and quietly puts on some old jazz to smooth over the sudden silence. Just like that, conversation over, no further questions. Whatever Bruno's hiding, Alberto trusts Bruno has his reasons — if not good ones, just reasons are enough for Alberto. ]
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Dai, mangiamo.
[ He gives a little nod toward the table, then goes off to get the third plate and follow Luca to finish setting the table. He slips his phone out of his pocket as he walks over, and quietly puts on some old jazz to smooth over the sudden silence. Just like that, conversation over, no further questions. Whatever Bruno's hiding, Alberto trusts Bruno has his reasons — if not good ones, just reasons are enough for Alberto. ]