Their first conversation ended up being an awkward series of mumbles often supplimented by Feliciano's comments rather than an actual conversation. Lovino wasn't terribly good with people, Antonio could see that much, and Antonio was still in shock. Fortunately for them, Feliciano was a determined person, hellbent on getting the two of them together. Which is why Antonio showed up a week later for dinner.
"So, uhm, Feli tells me you work in the music industry," Antonio started, hoping that he could get Lovino to open up a little, maybe even get somewhere close to befriending him. Lovino responded with a silent nod, looking even more nervous than the day they had met. Antonio wondered why Lovino was so scared looking; he hadn't been when they met all those years ago. There was an answer to his question, but he didn't even register it.
"Earth to Toni, Earth to Toni!" Feli called, waving his hand in front of the space-case's face. Antonio blinked and shot up in his chair, giant smile back in place (although tattered at the edges).
"Ah, sorry, what did I miss?" Antonio asked, feeling more awkward than an asexual in a sex shop. Lovino felt the nervousness rising, his walls flying up to protect him, and the words left his mouth before he could stop them.
"Only the train back to dumbass-ville you fucking dimwit."
Then he got up and left the table before he could say anything else rude, stupid, or embarrassing. To any outsider it would appear that Lovino was an absolute asshole, but bpoth Feliciano and Antonio saw that there was no real anger in his eyes, just a scared souil. What had changed between then and now? Why was Lovino alone back then if he had a family? Why didn't he remember? What had really happened the night he thought Lovino had shot himself?
All the unanswered questions pouring over him were drowning out hisurroundings, filling up his lungs, pounding against his soul, and clogging up his throat.
