"Volare! Oh, oh!" Bunny sang with gusto, marching down the hotel hallway as if he owned the place, his voice echoing off the walls. He was slightly off-key but hit every note wrong in just the right way. "Cantare, oh, oh, oh!" He spun around, grinning, your purse dangling precariously from his shoulder. Drunk and carefree, you followed closely behind, beside you, Henry walked with a calm, measured pace, his expression inscrutable as usual. You could tell he had long since made peace with Bunny's antics, though you wondered if he still asked himself why he had brought Bunny to Rome in the first place.

You had borrowed Henry's suit jacket, the fabric thin enough for the warm summer night. The jacket smelled faintly of his cologne, a comforting scent that made you feel closer to him. Henry matched your steps, his face unreadable, but you knew him well enough to sense the controlled irritation beneath the surface. You laughed again at Bunny, who was now serenading a potted plant in the hallway. Finally, you reached your room. Bunny, ever the showman, paused dramatically at the door, swaying slightly as he leaned against the wall. Henry unlocked the door, holding it open for you first, then allowing Bunny to stumble inside. Bunny pushed off the wall and stumbled inside, making a beeline for the bed. He flopped down with a loud laugh, the purse slipping from his shoulder.

“Ah, Rome, you beautiful mistress,” Bunny slurred, sprawling across the mattress as if it were the most luxurious thing he'd ever encountered. "I could sleep forever right here."

You exchanged a knowing look with Henry. "Let's hope you do," you teased. Henry moved to the door, closing it quietly behind him as Bunny’s voice trailed off into incoherent mumbling. You heard the soft rustle of fabric as Henry rolled up his sleeves, methodically unbuttoning the cuffs with his usual deliberateness. He prepared a cigarette, his movements slow and precise.

Lighting the cigarette, he finally spoke, his voice low, almost a murmur. "You should go to bed."