"Soulmates?" Bucciarati echoes your words with a look of confusion. His sky-blue eyes scoured your face for any sign of sweat or lying.

"Elaborate, please." He sat back in the chair and sipped from the tea on the table.

The Capo was not familiar with this. Sure, he's heard of Abbacchio getting his own, but Bucciarati never expected to get his own. He will take it in stride and try to comprehend as best as he can. It does sort of hurt to be away from you, especially his heart.