Oh, It's You Again // O/O // Closed

Bridge looked back at the ceiling, leaning against the wall again. He was getting somewhat used to Scipio's emotions.

"Did you know your mother or was she dead before you were old enough to remember?"

"No…she died when I was three or…maybe four." He answered, looking back down at the other boy.

Scipio nodded. "Like I said, I don't remember my parents much at all. They might even be back in Italy by now."

"Would you…want them to be?" He asked curiously, but again in a small voice.

"I guess. I mean, I don't really care that much. We didn't know each other all that well. Italy's a nice place, though."

"Yeah…you keep saying that," Bridge mused quietly, looking down at him.

"Mhmm. If I got out of here, I'd probably go back to Italy."

Bridge had never been out of his own town before, unless being here counted. "It sounds…very nice."

"Yeah. You could come too, I guess. I mean, if I got released, you probably would too."

"Oh…thank you," Bridge replied with a small smile.

Scipio nodded. "We can stowaway on a ship or something since I haven't any money."

"Neither do I," Bridge said, looking to the ceiling and then back at Scipio. "That…that would be good."

"I think you'd like Italy. You'd have to learn Italian, though."

"Oh. I…I remember some things you told me before," He told him.

"Alright, go ahead. What do you remember?" Scipio looked up at Bridge expectantly.

"Um…mi…mi piaci?" Bridge repeated, looking down to him with a small blush.

Scipio blushed a bit. "I… Uh, what do you think that means?"

"I think…I think it means I like you," He recalled, glancing to the wall for a moment before looking back to Scipio.

Scipio nodded. "But I… I don't remember teaching you that one…"

"No, you did." Bridge nodded, sure of himself, although still blushing a little bit.

"I… Maybe I did… I know I said it while I was monologing in Italian."

"You…you said it after that, too." He responded, smiling a little bit.

"Nevermind… What else do you know?"

"I…I tuoi occhi sono…di un bel colore?" Bridge thought, sure he was saying it wrong. "That was…something about your eyes. Being…being a pretty color."

Scipio nodded. "Your pronunciation is a bit off, but it's pretty close. I doubt you'd be saying that to passerby in Italy, though."

Bridge shook his head a little. "I…I don't think I'd be talking a lot if I went to…to Italy."

"I could do most of the talking. What else do you know?"

"Um…carina. You…you said that one a lot."

"Y-Yeah… what does that mean?"