There's a loud gulp as Diavolo stares at the call button on his phone. He's debating on calling his ex, his drunk mind aiding in the idea.

"Baby..." His voice cracks through the speaker of the phone. "I miss youu... please come back."

They'd gotten into a big fight last week, ending in him breaking things off. It was over something trivial, like how he puts his work above everything else. Now he's begging for his ex to come back. His heart aches from the lonely feelings.