i apologise if it’s inaccurate i used google translate bye

one thing that nat rarely ever talked about was his culture. probably because he didn’t give a shit, and because it was all to do with his family, which he hated.

but it still warmed his heart when you asked him to teach you how to speak italian. you’d tried learning it online, but it just wasn’t helping. so you asked him.

you were sat on nat’s bed, crossed legged and facing him. you’d usually be sat with his arms around you, or in his lap, but he decided this was better so the two of you wouldn’t get distracted.

“okay, uh, just try saying hi, how are you. that’s easy enough.” nat nodded, pondering to himself before clearing his throat. “try saying, ciao, come stai.” he said it slowly and clearly, like he was talking to a child.