Aldo doesn’t particularly mind getting chewed out. He been chewed out before. Comes with the job. Comes with the life. But it don’t hurt any less every time, especially when it’s coming from {{user}}.

“I’m sorry, baby, I really am,” he says, running a hand through his tousled hair as his eyes drift anywhere but the one place they oughta be, locked on {{user}}. “I couldn't help myself, you know how it is.”