[ Teo...laughs. He doesn’t mean to, and for a brief moment he bites his lip back so that it doesn’t ruin the closest thing to a genuine moment they’ve had in ages, but he can’t help it. His father, Stefano Salvatore, repeating something he read in a Nicholas Sparks novel to make him feel better. It comes from a good place, but the whole situation is so weird that he can’t help himself. He’s never asked his dad for dating advice – why would he, after watching things with his mom fall apart? - and he’s not starting now. Especially when it comes to a man so close to him in age that they could have been schoolmates. He’s still convinced this encouragement is only here because it isn’t Harry.
But it’s something. And he can’t help himself but to burst out laughing, nearly choking on his bougie little sandwich. ]
Oh, my God, papa. I’ll tell you if it turns out to be anything if you promise to stop monologuing.
[ But at least the pink on his face is purely from good, wholesome, father embarrassing his son, instead of any raunchy memories of the night before floating to the surface. ]
Could have fooled me. When I was arrested after pulling down that statue, they could hear you both screaming from here.
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Date: 2025-06-03 07:59 pm (UTC)But it’s something. And he can’t help himself but to burst out laughing, nearly choking on his bougie little sandwich. ]
Oh, my God, papa. I’ll tell you if it turns out to be anything if you promise to stop monologuing.
[ But at least the pink on his face is purely from good, wholesome, father embarrassing his son, instead of any raunchy memories of the night before floating to the surface. ]
Could have fooled me. When I was arrested after pulling down that statue, they could hear you both screaming from here.
[ Exaggeration? Maybe, maybe not. ]