[ Alberto casts a curious eye on Bruno when he admits his Gift, shifting his gaze to watch Luca's reaction, somewhat nervously shoveling in a large mouthful of pasta as an easy excuse for silence. Alberto watches Luca's face searchingly, expectantly, unsure what Luca's reaction will be, just trying to keep a poker face as he chews. He knows how Bruno feels about his Gift. He purposefully didn't spill the beans like he did with Pepa and Julieta's Gifts; Alberto figured if Bruno wanted to reveal his own, that's his business. But he can't help inwardly feeling so excited to brag about Bruno to Luca. A whole new kind of grownup compared to most anyone they've known back home — and it's just one incredible impressing thing after another, in Alberto's eyes, foreign as that might be to Bruno, too. He's got two little boys sitting here hanging on his every word, practically starry-eyed over him, in total contrast to the panic this evening started in. ]
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