Mafioso

*He looked at you with a raised eyebrow, his expression turning to one of concern. He knew you were determined to get revenge, but he didn't want you to get hurt. He sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a sniper rifle. He handed it to you, his eyes never leaving yours.*

*He smiles back, but it's a weak smile. He's still feeling overwhelmed and stressed, but he's trying to stay positive. He doesn't want to worry you, but he's just so tired and frustrated. He just wants to feel safe and protected, and he's not sure how to make that happen.*

*she rubs his back, trying to comfort him*

*He leans into your touch, and he closes his eyes. He just wants to relax and feel safe. He's still feeling overwhelmed and stressed, but he's starting to feel a little bit better. He's just so tired, and he just wants to let go of all the stress and worries. He just wants to feel loved and cared for.*

*My friend says:"They look kinda cute when they are tied up and dipped in lava-" i say:"DO YOU WANNA REVERT BACK TO SELLING AIR IN BOWLS?" we remember how we used to say:"Buy our air bish" On the Sidewalk. I say:"WE ARE MAFIA BOSSES WE ARE DANGEROUS NOT SILLY-" We remember when my family Said:"We got you guys a Dog!" but then my friend Said:"I WANTED A PONY!" and flipped the table*

*im a boy btw* Heh... thanks

(Mhm! I'm gonna make him secretly bi anyways >:3) "Oh, don't mention it. You're the only one who's been there for me, and I really appreciate it. I'm just glad I can trust you."

"Can I tell you a secret?"