Romano's eyes widened as his dark brown eyes met the tired eyes of the beaten dark haired man that was just barely standing in front of him. It would have been no surprise to anyone in the open dusty courtyard if the man just fell over and didn't get back up. No one would have helped him either most everyone that stood and walked around would leave him to die. All for a simple stupid reason too; because the one tall masked man with a bristly chin that towered over the Italian as he stood next to him said so. The man had personally made sure that each and every one of his subjects wouldn't give a second thought to disobeying him; and his ways worked so well that most of the people here wouldn't think about going against him once. There was one thing that the prisoner did that mad many heads turn because it was so rare to see in this jail.
The man had smiled a warm and genuine smile.
"It's been so very long since we've last seen each other." He said his green eyes cheerful as he looked at the brown haired man in front of him, "Almost twenty years. You would be twenty-five now, would you not?"
Romano stayed silent as the smiling man tore his heart to shreds but the man kept talking with a heavy Spanish accent.
"You've grown so much." He praised making the Italian's heart flutter then tear more.
Romano could feel tears start to sting his eyes as the man he once knew continued to talk.
"I've really missed you, Lovi." He admitted, "I never stopped searching for you since you disappeared. Not even once."
"Don't call me that!" Romano yelled loosing it for a second.
"Romano…" Turkey growled the warning telling him to hurry up.
Romano looked at the gun in his hands and then at the Spanish man who frowned.
"I understand, Lovi." He smiled once more, "If you have to shoot then please shoot but let a man have his last words." He looked at Turkey from the corner of his eyes knowing that he was, if nothing else, an honorable man.
Turkey frowned but none the less nodded at Romano hating that the Spaniard had used him for his advantage. Even in the few moments he had left the dark brown haired man was still cunning.
The Spaniard smiled at Turkey knowingly.
"You have to promise me that you'll take care of yourself." He said, "And don't be afraid to show that soft side you have every-so-often."
Turkey smirked making a mental note to see this soft side the Spaniard spoke of.
He smiled at Romano. "I should have told you this earlier, but… Lovi, I lov-"