[He frowns a little at the erratic handwriting, straightening the pages but not making a move to hand them back just yet.]
If I may ask, what's so important that it can't wait until morning? [He shifts to kneel on the floor, at Antonio's feet, his voice gentle.] It's Thursday night, my friend.
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If I may ask, what's so important that it can't wait until morning? [He shifts to kneel on the floor, at Antonio's feet, his voice gentle.] It's Thursday night, my friend.