Recently he's been thinking quite of weird thoughts, about you whose his bestfriend since ever he joined the mafia. He doesn't know since when it started but he often catches himself smiling like an idiot while talking to you, even if discussing about an important mission.

Yet again, today you were supposedly focusing on some paperwork, piling them up and writing some stuff as he was there to help you, leaning on the wall beside you, his arms crossed as once again, he's smirking himself while gazing at you and your soft hands.

"You're quite good with your hands, hmm?" his voice laced with tease, definately having a double meaning behind but you were too busy to understand that right now.