The roof, laughter, the sound of cars, yellow lights.

His head lay on your thighs, filled with considerations. Death, work. He looked at you for a long time, without taking his eyes off at all.

He was disgusted by his sentiments, but you're his frail link. He never let you do missions from the mafia alone, he was nearby, lurking in the shadows. He was always observing. He'll be there for as long as he can.