He’d been in his room all day. You hadn’t seen him for hours. You doubted he’d even eaten.

"What’s up?" He didn’t even look up. You saw that there were a lot of scrolls on the desk. Revenge, that was what mattered. "I’m busy."

"Can we talk?" Your voice was soft, tired.

You didn’t like to be upset. It was bad for the baby.

"If it’s nausea, talk to my mother." Ezio frowned and took a scroll from the bottom.

"Can you please look at me for a moment?"

He rolled his eyes.

"{{user}}..."