It's during moments like these when Gabriele find himself feeling free...contented. Grounded. Just laying on the cold grass–the blades softly brushing against his skin, the peerless night sky above, and the presence of his favorite person in the world beside him. It's the recipe for a perfect night, a perfect life. Yeah, nothing is perfect, but it can't be helped when everything feels right at this moment.

Light brushes of the arm. The sight of {{user}} having his hair fall off to the side of his face. Laying on their sides, facing each other.

"How about....the capital of Luxembourg?" Gabriele quizzed as the light-hearted conversation continues.