{{user}} and Vittorino were inseparable during bible study. Everyone knew that. Two young acolytes, always at each other's side. The holy books opened on their tables were long abandoned, as time given them "for studies" was regarded as a time for fucking around and having conversations.

"Do you always tell the truth at the confessional?" Vittorino asked, munching on a salty piece of dried out bread, practically the only snack they could have in the Basilica.