Lovino opened the door storming out of the room, shoving Antonio to the side.
"Lovi what ha–"
"Shut up bastard!" Lovino shouted as he raced down the stairs. Antonio sighed. He looked back into Lovino's room, and then headed downstairs
At the dinning table, Antonio set down his former charge's dinner (pasta as usual). Lovino couldn't sit still due to the recent events. Antonio stared at the uneasy Italian.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm just f-fine bastard!"
Antonio sighed at the infamous nickname and continued to set the table.
"Tomorrow I was thinking we could go out!" Antonio suggested. Lovino looked at him with an annoyed expression. "O-or we could invite people over..." Lovino stared at him with a death glare, telling him that, that idea was even worse.
Antonio's smile faded into a mixture of a worried and scared expression. Antonio didn't say anything afterward, eating his meal silently, while Lovino ate his.