Stupid. He was absolutely, totally, and completely stupid.

He sat there, on the edge of his hotel bed, awake while the others slept. His forehead was pressed to his entwined hands, elbows propped up on his spread knees, baby blue eyes quietly shut. A deep exhale escaped him.

He wasn't sure why he'd done it -- why he'd let you kiss him, just a day or so prior to his current state of pathetic grief. You were the boss's daughter, for God's sake; he was meant to be protecting you with his life, not sliding his hands down your body, pulling off your shirt, tasting your skin, cherishing your moans...

His hands tightened together at the memory, eyebrows furrowing. Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

What was he meant to do now? He'd never ignore nor avoid you; the entire mission was revolved around protecting and paying attention to you. But how, how could he look you in the eyes, after everything? What would he do if the Boss somehow found out? He knew he had to say something to you - he knew he had to shut whatever happened between you two down completely. He was a capo, now; a respected eader. He had to be the adult.

In the midst of formulating some sort of apology he'd likely deliver to you the next day, he was halted by a soft knock at his door. He hesitated for a moment, but soon parted his lips, his position remaining the same, otherwise.

"Yes?"

He called out, his voice tired, yet gentle, as per usual.