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You bored?

[He glances around.] I'm at home, of course I'm fucking bored. What sort of question is that?

A stupid one, apparently.

Since when have you had to spend an exceptionally long time around our parents, huh?

The first two years of your life?

That bad, huh?

The fuck do you think?

Since when do you really care, anyway?

Why wouldn't I care?

[He scoffs, shaking his head.] Just nevermind.

You don't have to stay in Italy, you know.

Of course I do, they want me there.

You could always stay with us for awhile.

[He thinks about that. Not so much about Dolph, but about Bella. There were always thoughts running through his head, images, mutters. He wonders how she dresses in the morning, and at night. He thinks about what would happen if he stumbled upon her when Dolph was away with his mates. All of these thoughts seem to have him drifting away from the moment, and it takes him an exceptionally long time to respond.]

Er...oh. Yes, I suppose. For a while. If it's not imposing.

It's not. You're welcome anytime.

Maybe...I'll come up in a week or two.

Okay. We'll be waiting.