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Lovino ignored the lecture Francis was giving Esteban and patiently waited. This whole scenario was making him think. The kind of worriedness he had earlier was new to the Italian. Lovi eventually shooed the drama outside, leaving himself with his boyfriend, realizing he has known Antonio for what felt like years but in reality was a lot less time then that. He sighed and put his head against the hospital wall.

"You wouldn't last a day without him, would you?" he questioned himself "Not a single day.".

How on earth did this happen? He felt so sick in his stomach and his mind kept reminding him of what his grandfather told him many times.

"Your first love you'll probably keep for the rest of your life, since you choose who you let be close to you so carefully."

He couldn't be sure about that, but what he did know was that he cared too much for the Spanish teen. He mumbled to himself, quiet and thoughtful until he heard shifting on the bed behind him.

"Are you going to be summoning something over there all day or talk to me?" Antonio was awake, a little bit tired, and had a pouty sound in his voice. Lovino quickly turned around and gave a weak smack onto his boyfriend's head before sighing, relief going through him.

"Ow! What was that for?".

"You worried everyone you..." he drifted off when he couldn't think of a decent insult. Toni smiled a little.

"Sorry Lovi! Did they find the rust bucket yet?".

"Huh?".

"The car? They took my car..." Antonio looked upset, thus, Lovino hugged him and jokingly said

"Why would anyone steal that piece of crap? Idiotas.".

He was happy to see the Spanish man immediately brighten and hug back "Oh my gosh tomato! I am considered good enough for hugs now!?".

"Si, just don't get mushy about it...".

"Then what am I supposed to do?".

"Shut up.".

"We both know that won't happen.".

Lovino pulled away "You ruined it.".

"No Lovi! I was joking! Come baaack!" Toni frowned and made a grabby hands motion. God dammit. How could the Italian say no? He sighed and hugged Antonio again before he was gently pecked on the lips.

"The fuck!?" Lovino blushed and yanked himself away, nearly falling.

"Fucking unpredictable piece of shit." The italian fire was back, since he was no longer worried.

Hopefully it'd stay.