"Lovi! My Lovi!" Antonio runs over to the man in his chair, jumping up onto his knees and cuddling him. "Lovi is that really you?"

Lovino meanwhile immediately begins to blush, trying to pull the younger man off him. "Of course it is fucking me! I'm not the tomato fairy you bastard!"

Antonio kisses him on the nose, not caring about how much Lovino's face is going a bright tomato red. Francis leans in from his desk, smiling over at Antonio. "I'm glad you like him so much." He winks at Antonio, "Arthur nearly wouldn't let him come but I used my powers of persuasion to guide him."

There was a twinkle in Francis' eye as he winked at him, the same game twinkle that he always had every time he tried to wrap his little pinky around Arthur just that little more tighter. There is call from his office at just that moment for Francis himself and he bites his lip, knowing exactly what is about to come. He might be playing the game against Arthur but he was still just one of his pawns, not his knight, not his queen just a simple pawn in a game against himself. He rubs his arm, being reminded of the last bruises that Arthur gave him.

"Aren't you going to go garlic breath?" Lovino laughs at Francis, sneering, unknowing about the Chief's violent side. "If I didn't know better I would say you were scared of your own boss."

Antonio glances up at Francis, giving him a positive little smile before he finally gets up and goes into the office. He swung his head back to Lovino, they might be just pawns in their game but he is just happy that he is with Lovino once again. He thinks about him as he looks into his sweet Italian's eyes, "I was really worried that you would forget me when we met again, but you know me!"

Lovino chuckles, unable to resist wrapping his arms around his sweet Spaniard, "I'm sorry... It's Francis... Right? I don't seem to recall..."

Antonio pouts, crossing his arms but is unable to keep it up for long, feeling too overwhelmed with joy. He notices the folder on his table and jumps, suddenly being reminded that they are at work, "Oh! Lovi! You're a policeman too!" His emerald eyes sparkle, all the excitement of seeing Lovino taking away his way of thinking."I-I mean... I thought you didn't like the police... I thought you preferred the Mafia."

Lovino glances at Antonio, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes almost as if he feels guilty about something. "Hey, stop being so annoying and what about we knuckle down and get to work."

There is a loud gasp from Antonio as he clings onto Lovino's chest, "L-Lovi! You want to work? Is something wrong? What about the siesta you used to always take around this time?" He puts his hand on his head, feeling his temperature, "Are you sick? I think you're sick."

Lovino glares at him with distaste, pushing him off his lap harshly. "Idiot, I can work. How do you think I got to be a policeman? You can't rely on good looks for everything."

Now that was something Antonio could go into a long conversation about, possibly pointing out all of the times Francis and him had used their charm to get the teacher to mark their work just that little bit higher. I mean its not like they really did it, after all they worked just as hard as anyone to be policemen. Studying hard in the day and partying harder at night. But that had been a long time ago and things had changed much since then. Just how long had it been since they had gone out to drink? Definitely a while now, even longer since they had both got drunk. Nope life now just didn't allow for a night of partying.

For the rest of the day Antonio chatted to Lovino, taking mental notes of all his new likes and dislikes. He seemed just the same Lovino, but there was something wrong... He couldn't put his finger on it. Every time he tried to he felt like he was betraying him and would come close to tears. No, if Lovino did not want to tell him something then he did not have to. After all, Lovino still had not asked him about the bruises on his neck or the photograph on his desk. Although he was very much blind to it all, wrapped up in his own, uncomfortable world. That was when he decided to invite him over for a drink, for old time's sakes at the very least but there was also another reason too, actually a range of reasons why Antonio wanted this.