Bruno was usually the first to wake up, but Leone didn't lie next to him. He convinced himself it wasn't a big deal, but he's been waking up early lately, which wasn't like him.

Hungry, Bruno got up and went to the kitchen, where Leone had already made a mushroom and sun-dried tomato omelet for the both of them. He found it strange. Bruno usually was the first to cook.

"What's all this?" he inquired while pulling a chair to sit on.

"You usually cook, so I thought I'd try it," Leone explained. "I hope you like it."

He took a small bite, and it was better than his cooking. Strange, he never sees him cook.

"Wow. How did you manage to do this?"

"A friend taught me. He showed me how one day. It was when I forgot the lunch you made for me."

"What's your friend like?"

"Smart guy. He looks up information for cases. That's all. Nothing much about him."

"What's his name?"

"Illuso. Why? Do you want to get cooking tips? I could ask for you." Leone looked at the clock. "I should get ready to leave."

He kissed Bruno's cheek before heading to the bathroom to brush his teeth. After that and putting on his police uniform, he left, leaving Bruno alone with his thoughts.

Was Illuso the reason why Leone has been acting strange? Luckily for Bruno, he didn't have to go to work today, but he wasn't sure how he would investigate. Whoever this Illuso was, Bruno didn't like him despite knowing little. It seems he would need to get close to this man, but Bruno couldn't go into the police station without reason. He'll need to think of something.

Bruno drove to the police station shortly after sitting around idiotically for half an hour. He had forgotten to ask what Leone should have for dinner. Of course, he could've called him and asked, but he had thought of an excuse should he ask. Hopefully, Leone was out on patrol and not inside.

Bruno parked in the parking garage, headed to the police station, and went up to the front desk, where a woman sat behind.

"Hello! How may I help you?" she asked.

"My husband is Leone Abbacchio. It's not too important, but I was hoping to ask him what I should make for dinner," Bruno explained. "Sorry to bother you."

"I'll be sure to tell him once he gets back. Leone is out on patrol right now."

"You probably have more important things to remember. Perhaps I could speak to his friends?"

"Well, I guess I could—"

Leone barged in unexpectedly with someone cuffed, his mouth wide open when he saw Bruno. The lady behind the desk called for someone to get the cuffed person while Bruno and Leone spoke to each other.

"Why are you here? Did something happen?" asked Leone.

"No, I forgot to ask you what to make for dinner," Bruno answered.

"You always cook. How about letting me worry about that?"

"Okay, but what are you going to make?"

"Hold on. Maybe Illuso might have some ideas. Could you wait a second?" Leone walked away.

Bruno tried not to look visibly upset. "Couldn't I go with you?" He walked beside him. "You'll be tired when you come back home. Let me cook. What would you like?"

Leone stopped. "I suppose you're right. Maybe some risotto?" He turned around, heading for the exit.

"Wait, can I at least meet your friend first?" Bruno touched his shoulder.

He turned around again. "If you wanted to meet him, all you had to do was ask."

Well, Bruno felt stupid. At least he's getting closer to Illuso. "Where will we find him?"

"Ask Maria. That's the lady at the desk. I need to go. I love you, Bruno!" He kissed his cheek before leaving.

Bruno went back to Maria. "Hey again! Do you know where Illuso's at?"

"He should be in the archives. Someone will show you the way."

An officer came by to guide Bruno around the police station, taking him to the archives, where Illuso was.

The archives was an average size room, and one person—besides Bruno and the officer—was there. He was tall, taller than him, and his hair was brown and in six pigtails. The brunette wore black pants and a white shirt, not a police uniform like the others. He had an apple in his hand, a fruit Bruno disliked. Illuso appeared to be going through some files.

Bruno cleared his throat to grab his attention.

"Give me a second. I'm looking through this file," Illuso said.

He crossed his arms and tapped his legs.

"Be patient. I can see you in the security mirror."

Bruno was so focused on Illuso that he didn't even see that. He waited.

"There it is!" The brunette took out the file and turned around. His eyes were red. "Ah, and you must be Leone's husband. I thought you'd look"—he moved his hands around while still holding the objects, struggling to find the words—"plainer."

"Plainer?"

"Leone told me you were the son of a fisherman. Ah, never mind what I said. Anyways, It was nice to meet you."

"Wait! I heard you've been giving cooking lessons to Leone."

"Did you come all the way down here to thank me for that? You're welcome! He told me you're the one who usually cooks. I asked if he knew how, and he said no. Does he clean either?"

"No."

"Well, he must be good in bed. Why would you marry someone like that?"

Bruno's head turned red. "I—I got to go."

Illuso giggled. "Ciao!"

Bruno quickly left the station and drove home. He hated Illuso and thought he was haughty and nosy. To get his mind off Illuso, Bruno made some risotto for dinner and waited for Leone to return home. He was taking too long for some reason, so he stayed in the living room.

Leone returned later than usual, making Bruno suspicious. He was exhausted and went straight to the dinner table to eat, unresponsive when Bruno welcomed him home.

Bruno would've said something, but he was tired from seething and went to bed. His husband joined him.

"Goodnight. I love you, Leone."

"Night. Love you, Illuso."

Bruno was wide awake, heartbroken, and ready to yell at him, but Leone had fallen asleep while still wearing his uniform. He understood being tired, but calling him the wrong name? No, there was no excuse. Bruno quietly got away from him and slept on the couch in the living room.

Bruno woke up and went to the kitchen. There was a note on the fridge.

I'm aware that you've slept on the couch. My reason why you would be sleeping there is that I was too exhausted to change. I'm sorry if it was uncomfortable to cuddle with me. I've been busy with work, and they're still letting me work early. I miss working late. Speaking of late, I'm already late for work. I called your work and said that you were sick. Don't worry. For dinner, Illuso is going to teach me something at his house. I'll clean up the house tomorrow. I don't have work.

Love,

Leone

He sighed and threw the note in the trash. It looked like he'll need to find Illuso's house. Bruno used his laptop to search for information about Illuso and found his address. Next, he looked at the map to his house from the station and estimated how long it would take for Leone and Illuso to head to his home.

Since Leone came home around 3 PM lately, Bruno decided he should leave near that time. Passing the time, he drove to the gym, thinking he'll need strength to beat Illuso. When it was time to head to Illuso's house, Bruno left the gym and drove there. However, his muscles ached once he got to the apartment complex, and he was too tired to do anything else. For now, he'll eavesdrop on their conversation.

"Are you sure about this soup?" he heard Leone's voice. "It has beans, and Bruno's not a fan of that."

"Would you recommend tomato soup and grilled cheese?" Illuso questioned.

"I guess. That doesn't sound bad. It's been a while since we had that. It's not Bruno's favorite, but—"

Leone was quiet for some reason.

"Who are those people?" Leone asked.

"Oh, those two? They're my boyfriends."

"Boyfriends? You have two?"

"Yes, I have two. You seem shocked. Have you thought about having another lover? How would Bruno react to that?"

"I'm loyal to Bruno and Bruno only. Besides, threes a crowd."

Now he felt incredibly foolish. Bruno stopped eavesdropping and headed back home until he heard Illuso's door open.

"Ah, Bruno!" Leone said. "What are you doing here? You look exhausted. Did something happen?"

He was tired to speak, and his stomach growled.

"Oh, you're hungry! You must've asked Maria where Illuso lived." Leone dragged Bruno inside. "Come on in. I know you don't like beans, but do you want to try this soup?" He sat him down at the table.

Bruno blinked tiredly.

"I'll make some celery soup," Illuso said. "I did some research, and it makes you sleep better."

"Alright. Hey, Illuso, you don't mind if we crash tonight, do you? I don't know where Bruno parked, and he doesn't look like he should drive."

"Sure. Make yourselves right at home. The soup will be ready in a few minutes."

"Hey, Bruno," Leone whispered. "This guy has two boyfriends. I wonder if either of them gets jealous. Speaking of jealousy, that Giorno guy that works with you, I don't like him. Could you stop talking about him during dinner?"

"..." Bruno stared at him. "I'll try to remember."