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Abbacchio didn’t trust (or like) Giorno Giovanna from the moment he first encountered him.
He could explain the distrust- he had only met the boy, and with the nature of their operations it was second nature to be cautious- but he couldn’t explain the disdain that bubbled in his chest.
There were many reasons he could think of, but none of them would summon the amount of dislike that washed over him every time he thought about him. There was just something about the circumstances that didn’t feel right at all. No one else seemed to be near as hesitant as him, and it was honestly disconcerting. They were mafiosos, for god’s sake! Some new kid shows up, and you should trust him right away? Bullshit.
The only saving grace for his case was the fact that Bruno had recruited him and… well, that was a big tell, considering his proficiency at spotting a liar, but you can never be sure! Of course he trusted his lover, but… he just wasn’t a very trusting person.
Besides all of that, without the issue of trust even being involved, he didn’t like the way their group had just magically acquired a new member. They were a tight ship, and were like family to each other. It was already a bit much when they gained Mista last year, however he had definitely grown on him (even if he wouldn’t say so). Keeping that in mind, it felt like an intruder was interrupting their daily lives- like a stranger interrupting a family dinner- Giorno was hardly even part of the Familia yet.
He thought all of these things all day, and they nagged at him unendingly. Even now, when he was mulling over it, he was just trying to get some shut eye, he couldn’t shake it. The lights were off in his and Bruno’s room, and the window was partially open, along with the blinds. This made the gentle moonlight shine in, and the cool breeze grace his skin. Italian summers, well really most Italian weather was unbearably hot, and it was a cheap way to keep the room cool. He rested atop the sheets idly, and felt his sleepwear cling to his sweat soaked skin every time he shifted.
He was thinking about the day they had had, but more so feeling it.
He hardly thought, only let the unhappiness and dissatisfaction boil up in his stomach and throat until it set his teeth on edge.
The only thing that stirred him from this spiral, was the dip in the mattress he felt beneath him. He only had a moment to notice it before he felt two toned arms finding their way around his waist, soon followed by the weight of a head against his back.
He let out a breath he never intended to hold, and turned over to greet his partner. He was met by hair tickling his face, and a small grumble from him.
He embraced him and placed his head on top of his, sighing with a sense of peace he didn’t realise he needed.
“I thought you’d be later.”
He murmured softly, now rubbing circles on his back, while Bruno tried to move closer. “I could’ve been, but I decided I wanted to be home. I didn’t have the patience to deal with them for too long today.”
“That’s unlike you.” He answered, and Bruno didn’t elaborate.
There was a long silence that dragged on. Normally something like that would feel comfortable, however something unsaid lay heavily in the air.
“Leone. Why do you despise Giorno?” Bruno finally spoke, and Abbacchio tensed up.
“I don’t ha–” “Don’t give me that. You know I can sense I liar. I’m not mad, I’m just curious.”
Abbacchio scoffed in response, and turned his head away.
“It’s obvious enough. I don’t trust him and I’m shocked that you do. He just joined Passione recently, yet we trust him enough to let him into the inner workings of our group? I find it extremely risky and needless.”
“That’s not the whole truth. If it was as simple as trust, you wouldn’t be this worked up. Out with it, I’m being serious.”
The blonde haired man made a noise of annoyance, and pulled away from his embrace.
“Just drop it. I don’t have to like every damn stray you bring into the group.”
He spat, and it made Bruno paused. He had an idea as to what may be irking him.
“You’re annoyed that our group is growing, aren’t you?”
He accused. He was met with a disbelieving huff of breath, and furrowed eyebrows.
“Are you saying I’m jealous? Are you fucking kidding me, I-”
“Leone, stop. Just listen, damn it.”
He raised his voice a bit, and it took a moment for Abbacchio to be quiet.
“Thank you, mi amor. Please. I’m simply suggesting that… Our group. We’re so close, it’s as if we’re a family, you see? Although we may not see them as our ‘kids’, they don’t have any parents, and look up to us. You’re not happy that we have an outsider who feels like out of place in our familia. Am I right?”
Abbacchio looked away, because for lack of any better words, yes. He was comfortable with what they had now, and although not paternally, he did care about those damn kids. Having someone new throw off their way of doing things and their dynamic was something he didn’t want.
“Shut up. It sounds stupid when you say it like that.”
He muttered, and Bruno smiled ever so slightly.
“It’s not stupid. I understand completely, but I just… find it nice to see you care about them. All of them really care about you, you know.”
That same silence now engulfed them once more, but this time it was a little more natural and comfortable.
Bruno moved closer to Abbacchio once more, and planted a quick kiss on his lips before making himself comfortable in his arms again.
“You don’t have to love Giorno. You don’t even have to care about him, but all I ask is that you respect him and protect him like you would anyone else. The business we’re in is dangerous as is; we don’t need our own men causing problems and firing shots at each other outside of missions. So please, Leone, cool your temper, and give Giorno a chance. He may prove useful yet.”
He pleaded with him, for he knew it was the only way he might hear him.
“We’re a team. We’re in this together.”
He reiterated it, and after a moment, Abbacchio seemed to reluctantly agree, for he relaxed into his touch.
“Fine. I’m not helping him though.”
He snapped quietly, and Bruno nodded.
“That’s fine. Sleep well, mi amor.”