[ Angelo doesn't reply for a long time. He hates whenever they text and it turns into a whole thing – he hates any time it turns into a thing, but especially over text. He can never seem to type fast enough to get things out of his head the way he wants them, and it's frustrating as hell.
The problem is, Ludo can't have the last word. Nobody can. He won't be able to sleep at all, and he's already halfway to giving up on that, sitting out on his bitterly cold balcony. It's always cold out here at night.
Angelo lights another cigarette and flicks through his phone till he finds Ludo's name in his contacts, and then calls him. ]
[After a point Ludo assumes his brother is done with the conversation. Naturally, he doesn't push it. But when his phone rings and he sees who it is that's calling he hesitates before actually picking up the phone.]
[ Angelo pauses to inhale and exhale a lungful of smoke before he replies. He doesn't know what he's planning on saying here, just that he can't let this go. ]
Wassamatter with you, bambino? [ he decides on eventually, tipping ash onto the ground. ] You get dumped?
[ He doesn't even know if Ludo's dating anyone right now, but that's not the point. ]
Oh really. [ The disbelief in Angelo's voice is palpable. He's already irritated – who fucking says peachy – but somehow he manages not to get petty about thirty seconds into this call. ] You seem sensitive. More than usual.
Ludo knows he shouldn't, because he inevitably ends up disappointed, but he can't help but feel a little glad that Angelo called him to ask him what's wrong. Because he could have just gotten annoyed by Ludo being emotional in any way and ignored him. That's why he's being careful now.]
I'm not. [What is the least annoying way to put this — ah, that's it!] Just got kind of annoyed.
[That's infinitely better than saying he got his feelings hurt, right? While still not clamming up and not talking about it, because damn, he likes to talk out his issues. It's unfortunately a complicated matrix to navigate when talking to his brother, though.]
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[ Angelo doesn't reply for a long time. He hates whenever they text and it turns into a whole thing – he hates any time it turns into a thing, but especially over text. He can never seem to type fast enough to get things out of his head the way he wants them, and it's frustrating as hell.
The problem is, Ludo can't have the last word. Nobody can. He won't be able to sleep at all, and he's already halfway to giving up on that, sitting out on his bitterly cold balcony. It's always cold out here at night.
Angelo lights another cigarette and flicks through his phone till he finds Ludo's name in his contacts, and then calls him. ]
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...Yeah?
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Wassamatter with you, bambino? [ he decides on eventually, tipping ash onto the ground. ] You get dumped?
[ He doesn't even know if Ludo's dating anyone right now, but that's not the point. ]
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Nothing's the matter. I'm peachy.
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Ludo knows he shouldn't, because he inevitably ends up disappointed, but he can't help but feel a little glad that Angelo called him to ask him what's wrong. Because he could have just gotten annoyed by Ludo being emotional in any way and ignored him. That's why he's being careful now.]
I'm not. [What is the least annoying way to put this — ah, that's it!] Just got kind of annoyed.
[That's infinitely better than saying he got his feelings hurt, right? While still not clamming up and not talking about it, because damn, he likes to talk out his issues. It's unfortunately a complicated matrix to navigate when talking to his brother, though.]