short short fic!
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Antonio likes it, the silence that creeps up on them when they're in bed together, eyes almost closed and bodies pressed snuggly against each other. When he has one arm around Lovino's body and the other rubbing lazy circles onto the nape of the other's neck. No words were exchanged between them, just movements and the sound of their calm breathing. Sometimes there'll be a kiss pressed to the other's forehead or cheeks, sometimes the Italian will swat away the hand at his neck to only have it return a few minutes later and honestly he didn't mind it really, it was just a habit they had with one another.
Those are truly the moments that Antonio enjoys, where there was no pressure for conversation, just comfortable silence and the enjoyment of the other's presence. It was true he likes to listen to Lovino talk, hear about his day and how yesterday 'a stupid pigeon nearly shitted on my shirt when I crossed the street!'. But he likes this too, he likes being next to Lovino, he likes to be able to inhale and smell the mixture of flour and cologne that Lovino hasn't showered off yet. It could last for hours and it'll be okay and if it was broken he wouldn't mind it either.
"Hey Toni."
"Yes?"
"I'm hungry."
"Hmm, do you want to stay for dinner then?"
"Only if you do the dishes."
He chuckled, "I will."