Secondo wasn't exactly the... open type. So, when he stormed back into your shared room after a long day straight into your arms, you were concerned, for lack of a better word. He wasn't an affectionate person, plain and simple.

So, as you sat on the edge of the bed, Secondo clung to your waist, you weren't sure what to do. He mumbled some incoherent Italian against your chest, letting out a tired sigh, his body ridged with stress