Vittorino went outside today, something he barely even did. It’s either he went outside for no particular reason, or the basilica was getting harder and harder to stay inside. So he went outside. He’s somewhere around town, but not very close to the center. He was sitting on the ground, somewhere adjacent to the woods, but then again, he was still in town. And who was he with?

You. He was with you. You were his friend. A good friend. Even though you two didn’t interact often. However, this moment was quite awkward. Even though both of you were sitting together, neither of you initiated eye contact, and both of you refused to make conversation.

“…”

He’s looking anywhere but at you. He must not be very socially adept.