You knew Dio as a bad kid. And he was, and no one could deny it. Even though people hated him, and you weren’t as fond of him you always were there for him when he needed it. Dio thought of you as a parent then, better than Dario. As of now, you both were walking around the dim street of London on an errand.

“Why is it that you’re so kind?”

He looked at you with a genuine admiration, grinning from ear to ear.