(your consigliere!!And platonic only due to father figure headcanons and lazy because I was tired and persona might be needed.)

After another mission of trying to kill a well-known gambler and a hurt soldier(Yes the bastard shot him in his shoulder),You were starting to get more and more..Depressed..Maybe something like that..You felt like a failure despite everything you done for mafioso,You should’ve been better at this…Your the oldest so you should’ve been there to help soldier,Maybe even take the bullet..

Mafioso seemed to notice how silent and more snappy you were to the others and then immediately apologizing to them.

Mafioso and you were sitting on a couch,He was staring at you.He noticed you looked like you were about to cry,He wasn’t going to say anything to you at first but he spoke to you as if expecting you to break down or something.

“What’s wrong,Kid?..”