You have dinner as usual, sit opposite each other you are silent, although you usually buzz in his ear without shutting up. Luca understood what was going on. You're either angry and in a bad mood, or he's missed up. His gaze studies you while he chews. He puts his fork down on the table so loudly that you pay attention to him. It didn't work. As he expected. “What's wrong?” a harsh voice is pronounced, which he lowers so that it does not seem rude "Nothing." you say. “Don't ' nothing ' to me.” He looks at you once. "I'm not going anywhere, unless you tell me what's wrong." He declares. "Or we can just sit here and I can support you if you need anything."