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Bruno was in the middle of a meeting with his capos ( ? Probably? Most likely. ) and the sun was high in the sky, shining through the big ostentatious window and bouncing off of the aged oak table right into Bruno’s eyeball, like a little hot thumbtack in his brain keeping him awake even as his body screamed go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sl-
Someone got up. Bruno couldn’t tell you who it was, though he was broad shouldered and tall, like nearly every other man in the room. He blocked the window, blanketing Bruno in complete darkness, and-
Thunk! His face hit the desk, his brain only managing to get a few milliseconds of relaxation before the pain shocked him awake. Fuck, fuck, I’m slipping… His brain was blanketed in a horrible sickly fog, trying to pull him ever downwards into the realm of sleep, but the meeting’s too important, too important too important too-
“Bucciarati!”
Ah, Leone. Those were the only thoughts that flowed through his brain as the pain in his face radiated a dull ache that he desperately grabbed onto to keep himself awake. He weakly lifted his head. “Don’t worry, Abbacchio, I’m-” yawn “-fine.” Just fine.
“No, you’re not.” His subordinate towered above him, arms crossed, eyes cold. His lips were slightly turned down in disapproval. “This meeting is adjourned!” Leone hoisted Bruno up like a ragdoll, his arms under his shoulders. “Any more questions can be directed to Giovanna!”
Bruno tried to fight against Leone’s muscle, but his exhaustion and the hours Leone had spent in the gym pumping iron only worked against him. Still, he was nothing if not determined, and he tried to summon his Stand. The magnetic pull inside his gut was weak, and Sticky loosely slipped out of Leone, his form shimmering like a desert mirage. Sleep. Now.
Either my Stand’s suddenly become sentient or I really am losing it, Bruno thought as Sticky vanished back inside him. He looked up at Leone, who was quickly dragging him out the door and down the halls, anger-worry on his face. “I’m fine. You’re overreacting-”
Leone just looked at him like he was stupid. “You passed the fuck out in the middle of a meeting.”
“I! Am! Fine!” Bruno tried to pull himself out of Leone’s grip, but he held firm. “I was just distracted-”
“You nearly cracked your head open on the table!”
“As your capo, I am ordering you to let me go!”
“As your fiance, I am telling you that you need to get some fucking sleep!” Leone looked exhausted as they arrived at the door to one of the many many guest rooms in the Don’s mansion. He nearly threw Bruno into the room. “Get in bed.”
Bruno opened his mouth to argue, but the instant he took a step forward, his legs turned to jelly underneath him and he nearly hit his head for the second time that day, if not for Leone sweeping behind him and dropping him down on the bed like a sack of potatoes. The horrible fog in the back of Bruno’s mind threatened to overwhelm him, and he almost let it, but I have work to do, I can’t walk out in the middle of a meeting, it’ll make me look weak-
Leone laid down on the bed next to him, wrapping his arms and legs around him like a particularly exasperated koala. “You’re not getting up that easily.”
“Bastard.” Bruno muttered weakly, sleep rising up from the fluffy blankets and pillows to steal away the last remnants of his sanity. “Leone, I’m…”
Bruno’s voice died down, slowly, as the tension left his body. He almost melted into the sheets, looking abruptly smaller and weaker than he had a few minutes ago. Leone didn’t dare move his limbs. He’s a tricky bastard, he thought with no small amount of affection, as he reached out to brush some hair out of his fiance’s face, but I wouldn’t love him if he wasn’t.