Antonio's smile slipped by just a fraction. Romano was in an animate conversation with Feliciano, a simple feat Antonio could only dream of achieving. The Spaniard would speak sweet words to the Italian, and the Italian would return the favour in angry curses. No matter what Antonio did for Romano, he was constantly ignored and at points even physically hurt. Antonio would never grow tired of his darling Romano, but sometimes the younger would push too hard. Looking back again toward Romano and finding him smiling, Antonio felt a mix of joy and pain.
"Why won't you smile for me?"
