[ Luca's curls are all tidy again, but Alberto keeps gently playing with his hair a moment longer than he really needs to; he just gazes back quietly, lost in Luca's eyes in turn for a second, with an uncontrollable smile stuck on his face. He feels that warm, fuzzy feeling again, after all, that tightness in his chest, his heart racing for no reason. It's not a new feeling, either. But it's more intense than usual, and now he's keenly aware of it, knowing Luca may well be feeling the same thing. It's not really that much of a revelation — they both could've guessed the other felt this way, it's not surprising — but it's nice to know.
He feels especially close to Luca in this moment, maybe even closer than ever in a certain sense. It's been nine months they've lived together now — three seasons. It's completely alien to think their time in Italy together lasted all of two weeks before Luca left for Genova. They've been through so much together since then — way scarier things than what happened during the Portorosso Cup. Yet even with how much shock and loss and wildness they've endured here, their baseline together is still pretty stable — comfortable. This is Alberto's normal now. He feels more and more in his own element with Luca as time has gone on, together in their little dream house. Because, really, this is like a dream. Better than Alberto could've hoped for in many ways. Way different than he probably would've hoped for — the ghost in their house is a surprise, for instance — but for all the craziness that's happened to them, around them, everything, Alberto wouldn't change anything. They did it together. The two of them really can do anything, turns out! Even seventy years in the future in another country in an alternate dimension! And even given all that, moments like these make it all worth it; because this, this is a perfect moment. He lets his hand linger by Luca's ear a moment, a bit of hair still idly pinched between his fingertips by the ends, smiling at him with only fondness in his eyes, before he lets his hand fall to rest reassuringly on his shoulder again. ]
...You really are my favorite person, y'know. I mean it.
[ Whatever the creepy cards said, that's all true, yes, just so happens. But in his own card, for once, Alberto did say what he meant to say — and he meant what he said. ]
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He feels especially close to Luca in this moment, maybe even closer than ever in a certain sense. It's been nine months they've lived together now — three seasons. It's completely alien to think their time in Italy together lasted all of two weeks before Luca left for Genova. They've been through so much together since then — way scarier things than what happened during the Portorosso Cup. Yet even with how much shock and loss and wildness they've endured here, their baseline together is still pretty stable — comfortable. This is Alberto's normal now. He feels more and more in his own element with Luca as time has gone on, together in their little dream house. Because, really, this is like a dream. Better than Alberto could've hoped for in many ways. Way different than he probably would've hoped for — the ghost in their house is a surprise, for instance — but for all the craziness that's happened to them, around them, everything, Alberto wouldn't change anything. They did it together. The two of them really can do anything, turns out! Even seventy years in the future in another country in an alternate dimension! And even given all that, moments like these make it all worth it; because this, this is a perfect moment. He lets his hand linger by Luca's ear a moment, a bit of hair still idly pinched between his fingertips by the ends, smiling at him with only fondness in his eyes, before he lets his hand fall to rest reassuringly on his shoulder again. ]
...You really are my favorite person, y'know. I mean it.
[ Whatever the creepy cards said, that's all true, yes, just so happens. But in his own card, for once, Alberto did say what he meant to say — and he meant what he said. ]