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"Isn't it funny?" Goncharov stared out over the balcony, Andrey standing inches beside him.
"What?" Andrey turned to look at his.. Friend.
Goncharov took a long drag of his cigar, taking his time as he blew out the smoke. "The way we all run around chasing what we can't have."
Andrey paused, brows knitting together with confusion. He hoped that the veil of the thick curtain and doors would be just far enough out of the way that they wouldn't be bothered.
"How do you mean?" One of the things he love- liked about Goncharov was his ability to enthrall one with what he had to say.
"We all are here, trying to reach the end of our long careers, trying to settle down and be content with our life, right? Just trying to keep the family safe, to an extent." Goncharov looked at his hands, as he spoke.
If Andrey looked close enough he might've seen him tremble.
"That.. Sounds.. About right." Andrey was unsure where he was going with this.
"I think it's impossible to reach that goal, huh?" He chuckled, bitterly. Taking a smaller inhale of his cigar. "Like I said, funny."
Andrey sighed looking away. Oh boy he felt guilty now. "Mi dispiace." He muttered, under his breath. He couldn't find the strength to tell Goncharov face to face.
Goncharov heard his mutter, not what he said but he heard the noise and hummed in response. "It would be nice if we could have that. Wouldn't it Andrey? Together?"
Andrey felt heat rise to his cheeks, but was thankful for the cool air that fought to keep it at bay. "... Yes, Goncharov, you and Katya deserve that much-"
"I'm not talking about Katya." He huffed dismissively. Katya did a lot for the family name, and he owed her respect, but in all fairness this conversation wasn't about her. "I'm talking about us. Goncharov and Andrey, living contently with one another, no trouble to be found. Just us."
Andrey had to admit, he liked the thought. But it was stupid to entertain fairytales. Besides. Life wasn't fair that way.
"Andrey.." Goncharov sighed. "Andrey, I care for you deeply." He turned to face the other.
"I-"
"No, Andrey, you know I don't like interruptions." He chuckled, hoping to lighten the mood, just slightly. "Andrey, I want you to know..." He took a deep breath, preparing himself. "I want you to know that.. You're one of the best things to happen since I've arrived in Naples. And i- well I would just be sorely hurt if you didn't know that."
Andrey was at a loss for words, and surely after tonight he just couldn't let Goncharov go on like this. No, it would be too horrible. Before he could open his mouth however, Goncharov turned and grabbed Andreys wrist.
"Andrey in a perfect world I would want you by my side... Do you understand what I am saying?"
Andrey had a good enough guess. And while he liked what he heard, it just had to be stopped- right?
"Goncharov-" the name died on his lips as Goncharov kissed him, the kiss couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, but it made him breathless all the same as he returned the kiss.
Goncharov finally pulled away, And turned back towards the balcony, and lighting his dying cigar.
Andrey watched stunned ass Goncharov took the now lit cigar from his lips, breathing out before he spoke again.
"I just needed you to know." Goncharov spoke somberly.
Andrey sat in silence, his heart stop when he heard the steps of someone else.
And then Ice pick Joe was thanking him...