He lets them in - not a minute too soon, with weariness catching up with him again.
"Please excuse the mess?" he simpers, as if showing Alex in for the very first time. "It's so hard to find good staff these days." Grain of truth in that; for most of his life he was used to drop his things wherever, only to find them washed, folded, clean, neatly draped the next time he looked. In prison... well, not so much.
Walking over to throw open the panoramic living room windows, he stumbles over the empty grappa bottle. Shame about that one; nonna Pellegrini had chosen well. "Mhhh," he hums noncommittally, glances at Alex while kicking things under the table, "so not any time soon then. But, you know, there are times when even dead men swim upriver." Lowly chores done, at least as much as he can be bothered to care at this point, he flops down and closes his eyes, sinks into the sofa, all reason stilled for a moment in the rapidly cooling room.
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"Please excuse the mess?" he simpers, as if showing Alex in for the very first time. "It's so hard to find good staff these days." Grain of truth in that; for most of his life he was used to drop his things wherever, only to find them washed, folded, clean, neatly draped the next time he looked. In prison... well, not so much.
Walking over to throw open the panoramic living room windows, he stumbles over the empty grappa bottle. Shame about that one; nonna Pellegrini had chosen well. "Mhhh," he hums noncommittally, glances at Alex while kicking things under the table, "so not any time soon then. But, you know, there are times when even dead men swim upriver." Lowly chores done, at least as much as he can be bothered to care at this point, he flops down and closes his eyes, sinks into the sofa, all reason stilled for a moment in the rapidly cooling room.