Antonio just sat there staring after Lovino, wondering why he had run off like that. 'Why'd he do that? Does he hate me that much? Even after telling me he didn't?' Antonio sighed ' he's always sending such mixed signals….maybe I should have just kept my feelings to myself…' that's when it hit him 'that's right, he mentioned something about embarrassing easily….but why'd he say that no one cared about him…..?'
Antonio gets up and walked to the room Lovino had run into. He then knocks on the door. "Go away" came a very upset Italian voice from the other side of the door.
"Came on Lovino. Please talk to me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, it's just I really care about you, your one of the most important people to me." Antonio says
"Liar" replied Lovino though keeping the door closed
"No really I'm not lying. Why would you even think that?" Antonio says, slightly hurt that lovino was reacting this way but not showing it
"Why would you care? How could you? You're never around long enough to even know me let alone care about me."
"Lovino…." Antonio opened the door to find Lovino curled up in a ball on the bed. "Lovino" he says as he walked closer. "I really do care about you, more then maybe I should but i…." Antonio stopped walking. "I'm not sure if this will help anything or not but I love you Lovino" Antonio sits on the edge of the bed next to Lovino. He looks out the open door instead of at Lovino, knowing he didn't want him to see him crying.
After a while Lovino sits up and looks at him before pulling him into a kiss. He pulls back and glares at him "if you messing with me I have every right to murder you in your sleep"
Antonio chuckles softly. "Alright though warn me first so as I can be prepared"
And from then on the two lived happily. Though whenever Antonio would leave on longer jernies he had to bring Lovino with him which he'd have rather not to have. But in their free time they spent their tme at home in Lovino's house, whether they were alone or with friends their life together was a happy one