the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

[finalring]

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.

There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

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[soupervillain]

[ He thinks about speaking up, maybe, as the silence stretches itself out. But what's he going to say? Something about how much it sucks that four more of their friends are dead? Rosa knows that. He saw how upset she was about Flayn and Haku, and even though she and Rin didn't get along, he's pretty sure she didn't want her dead. And maybe it's because one of them can't actually talk, but the silence doesn't feel awkward or oppressive. It's actually kind of... comforting.

But then she pats his arm, and - he didn't want to make noise, but there he is again, crying, like an idiot. He wipes his eyes with one forearm and looks away, trying to hold in the worst of the sobs. ]

Ugh... [ sniff ] sorry...

[golden_dream]

...

[Those pats turn into soft rubs as she continues to be kind to him.]

...

[Finally, she'll take out her notepad and writes a quick note:

"Do you want a hug?"]

[soupervillain]

[ Giovanni blinks over at the message, eyes blurry. Once he's sure he's read it right, he turns and pulls Rosa (being careful of her neck) into an ungainly but heartfelt hug. He buries his face in her shoulder, which is kind of awkward, given their height difference. After a moment, a muffled admission: ]

...I miss my moms.

[golden_dream]

...

[Thank god his face was buried in her shoulder, so he couldn't see Rosa's reaction. So that was why he had come to her...

It wasn't a flattering thought. Even if she couldn't help being maternal at times she didn't want to be sought out for it.

...whatever, she needed the ally.

She continues patting him, stroking him. She'd whisper 'there there' if she could.]

[soupervillain]

[ Giovanni continues sniffling into Rosa's shoulder for a minute or so, unaware of her discomfort. Eventually, though, even he realizes the moment has passed. He pulls back, embarrassed, or at least as embarrassed as is possible when you're... well, Giovanni. ]

Oh geez, sorry, I don't know why I said that. You're a lot nicer than my moms, and you don't... d- don't get on my case for doing crimes on weeknights, or keeping loot in the house, or...

[ A fresh batch of tears threatens to spill over. ]

I should... maybe go.

[ The bed creaks as he stands up. ]

[golden_dream]

...

[She looks at him. In that minute, the irritation had passed, replaced by shame at her own feelings, and then she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Her hand went to her notepad:

"It's all right. I'm lonely too.

You can come by any time if you just want someone to hug or sit with, all right?

I'm really grateful for all the soup you keep bringing, so I don't mind at all."]

[soupervillain]

[ And Giovanni, in turn, feels bad for going off on Rosa the way he did. Here he is, whining about his problems to a lady who got her throat cut this week. He can suck it up a little in comparison. ]

Hey... I appreciate it. And I'll keep bringing you soup every day until you feel better, so don't worry. Giovanni Potage keeps his promises!

[ And if she doesn't mind indulging him with a hug or two in the process... Well. He won't say no. ]