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I'm here.

What next?

Son, I wish I could give you an answer to that. There is no 'next' right now, we're stuck. How are the boys, Giovanna..? How is Nora?

You don't know?

[Wait. That sounds bad. That sounds really bad.]

They're good, but so are you. Meaning you were with us last I saw you.

What do you mean "stuck"?

《 Just because he's old that doesn't mean you get to give him a mild cardiac event, Davey. 》

Time doesn't work the same way in this place; I've been here for almost three months. Holly was here for weeks before I arrived. But at home, time obviously doesn't pass at the same rate. I don't know how to explain it or how we can leave, if we can at all.

Three months?

[No way. There's no way. And Holly--]

She was here all on her own?

What about Tony?

A very long three months, let me tell you. It sounds like she came here with Mika, so she hasn't been alone, thank God.

Thank God yeah.

[There’s a pause as he just…tries to process this.]

I have no idea what any of this means. Feels like some weird dream.

But I’m here. Anything you need boss. I’m ready.

Thank you, Davide. I think it might be Holly who'll need you more than me in this place. She's still mad at me, or trying to be. But she's over the moon you're here.

Doesn’t feel right to be happy she’s here.

But I am.

Gio.

[There’s no pretty way to put it. He’s crying, the words cracked and punctuated by a sharp, shaking breath.]

《 He realises before Davide's even said anything, hears how he's breathing, and at once he's listening. 》

What's goin' on, Davey..?

《 He reaches behind him, and slides the door to his room's patio closed. Holly knows better than to interrupt him, but she doesn't need to know something's up yet. 》

[When he goes to speak next, he finds that he can barely squeeze the words out between breaths and cracks. When he says it, it’s like a whisper.]

He’s here.

[Then there’s a sob, and the words become louder, more frantic - they’re entrenched in desperate relief.]

He’s here. My brother, my Dante. He’s here, he’s back, he’s—-

《 This is one of the rare situations that puts a genuine expression clearly on Giovanni's face. He doesn't say anything at first, he just lets Davide cry into the phone for a few moments while he gathers his thoughts.

Mostly, admittedly, his thoughts are 'what the hell is going on' and 'how the hell is this place able to pull this off?', but those aren't put to words.

When he does speak though, he does it gently, effortlessly (unconsciously) switching from 'boss' to 'parent'.》

Take a couple of deep breaths for me, okay?

Is he alright..? 《 A beat, before he asks, very gently indeed; 》

Does he remember?

[Davide always does as instructed, but it’s hard. He takes in a deep breath and holds it, then let’s it out. It’s still shaking just horribly. His voice is very quiet again when he speaks.]

He doesn’t know yet, thank God, he’s…h-he’s alive.

I think he came just before—— j-just before. I-in the car. [He can’t bring himself to finish, biting on his lip while another squeak of a sob tries to break through.]

Then that's something to be thankful for. 《 He says this softly, almost as if he's thinking aloud. Of course he doesn't know Dante, but what he knows of him, he was - is? is - a sweet kid.

He does know Davide, though. And he can't imagine how he's feeling right now. It's hard listening to him in this state.》

Do either of you need anything..?

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