In Bocca Al Lupo

18- Fallen From Grace

After being stuck in the Passione cheap rental van for another three hours while Bruno drove us to our new temporary hideout, I had been napping on and off the entire trip, only remaining awake for more than an hour when we stopped to eat something for dinner. Trish looked like she wanted to complain about the mediocre quality, but had begrudgingly munched on a few pieces of bread.

Excited to be out of the van, I made a show of stretching out before inspecting the quaint little house out in a nice looking vineyard. Seeing that Bruno had long since gone inside, I followed and waited patiently for the others to gather around so he could give us directions on what to do. Looking a bit unsure of himself, Bruno shifted from foot to foot before steeling himself.

"Alright, we're going to be on our guard for as long as we need to. There's not enough rooms in this place for all of us to all have our own rooms, so we'll have to share. Trish will be getting her own room. I'll be choosing who stays up overnight on guard at random, but if you want me to room you with somebody, say it now."

"Bruno," Giorno raised his hand slightly, catching Bruno's full attention, "I'd like to share a room with (Name)."

Bruno gave Giorno a strange look, then glanced over at me for my thoughts. I shrugged and gave a nonchalant, "I'm cool with it."

"Alright." Bruno let the others pick who they wanted to room with, then randomly chose a group to keep watch over night. Picking Abbacchio and Fugo for that job, Bruno looked out the window and noticed just how dark it was getting.

"The rest of you go and get settled," Bruno looked back at Trish and gave her a curt nod, "Trish, follow me please."

Trish did as requested and slowly followed Bruno up to the room she would be kept in. Giorno looked over at me, breaking the silence of the room, "(Name), we should go to our room. Taking all the rest we can get is the best course of action."

Knowing that Giorno was technically one of my partners in crime, I huffed quietly and followed in his footsteps, bidding everyone else a quiet goodbye for the night. A bit ticked off by the creaking wooden staircase, I hoped that people wouldn't be going down them all night for the sake of my sleep not being disturbed. Poking his head into one of the bedrooms, Giorno determined that it was good enough and stepped inside, motioning for me to follow.

Closing the door behind myself, I chose the bed closer to the window and put my backpack up against the wall, sitting down on the stiff feeling mattress. Giorno sat opposite of me, seemingly not knowing what to say. Noticing that he looked quite tired, I chuckled softly and took pity on the poor kid, "Giorno, you look like you're about to pass out. Take your own advice and go to sleep."

"I will, but," Giorno looked out at the window, "Could you open that window? It's... stuffy in here."

Well that's a lie. If anything, it was cold in here, and the window would make it only colder- and bugs could get in. Wondering why, I arched an eyebrow and tilted my head, "Nnnnnno its not. Why d'you want the window open?"

Giorno looked down at the floor, quickly drawing his feet up towards his chest, "Forgive me if this is a bit childish, but... I'm not really a fan of sleeping in the dark when it's completely silent."

Not needing to hear anything other than that, I turned around to open the window without another word. Sitting back down on the bed, I frowned at Giorno, seeing him lock his hands together and continue to stare down at the floor.

"Aah, shit. Sorry if I made you uncomfortable, or if I brought any bad memories up." Hoping that my apology would be passable, I reached up to nervously rub the back of my neck. Giorno relaxed slightly, still keeping his gaze on the floor.