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Impervious Fragility 19/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Then, my friend, stay with him!” The genius stood as he patted Ezio on the shoulder. “I know your reasons for keeping the relationship hidden, but I really think your people will approve once they see how right you and Giovanni are together.”

He made Ezio stand to face him, hands on his arms to keep him there. “You are Ezio Auditore. When you want something, you go after it! Allow yourself some happiness. If you do, Ezio, I will tell you a secret.” He leaned close to whisper in the assassin’s ear. “You have people on your side. The most important is Giovanni himself. But there are others, like myself and your mother. So just know: you aren’t alone.”

The assassin was silent for the longest time. Finally, slowly, he cracked a smile. “Thank you, Leonardo!” He hugged the genius suddenly, and tightly. “I knew you would help! But I had better get back. The pigeon I sent after the group Giovanni was with is late and I can’t help worrying…”

“Then, you lovesick fool, get back there and wait for it!”
“Did you hear?” “How couldn’t I hear about it?”

“I mean, how didn’t we pick up on this!?” “Or how come Giovanni didn’t tell us?”

“It’s…too weird! I mean…just how old is Il Mentore?” “At least old enough to be Giovanni’s dad…” “That’s just creepy.”

“That’s why he was spending so much time with Master Ezio…” “But I thought that was him helping because of his arm?”

“How long do you think it has been going on?”

“I just can’t imagine it! I mean I respect Ezio and all…but want does Giovanni see in him? He can’t be that good looking…or do you think it’s the sex? Or is it something else entirely???”

“It’s favoritism is what this is!”

“How come the master didn’t choose me?” “How come Giovanni didn’t choose me?”

Francesco kept his ears open and his body awake. Mostly because he was a backup for the night watch, but admittedly he knew his son was going to need him. Soon Giovanni’s familiar nearly silent strides came across the camp and Francesco’s blanket lifted. Someone slid onto his sleeping pad with him, curling against his back. “Papa?” The voice cracked. “Can...can I stay with you? I…I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course.” He moved his arm to allow the boy closer and encircle his shoulders. Mouths were flying amongst the assassins in their group, and what was being said was harsh. There was a general air of disapproval. Age difference, favoritism, wondering why one of those gossiped about hadn’t choose someone else. He feared everything was starting to effect Giovanni. They had been able to retrieve all the cultural and historical information that had been gathered by the German scholar Conradus Celtis, something that should have excited Giovanni for weeks to come. Instead he hadn’t even looked at the papers.

He was…completely silent and withdrawn.

“I…I got a note back.” Giovanni curled tighter under his father’s arm, wishing that he could utterly disappear. He hadn’t believed it when he first eagerly unrolled the note to see what Ezio had wrote back. Only three words.

Do your mission.

His reaction was numb for days. He kept unfurling it to make sure that the same three words were written there. Why…How? How could Ezio write that in reply? Even the rational part of Giovanni’s brain couldn’t handle it. Was Ezio mad at him? Mad that he had left? Mad that he hadn’t personally said goodbye? That he hadn’t tried hard, that he hadn’t refused to leave until he saw him? Something, anything!, to explain the harsh coldness he felt from the words.

“What did it…say?”

Between quiet sobs Giovanni explained what the note had said. Before he could stop himself all his fears and despair came spilling out in a torrent that left him shaking. “I don’t know what to do Papa! What if he never wants to speak to me again? How will I know what I did to upset him? What…what if I never…g-get to apologize?”

“Giovanni. You can’t think such things.” Francesco rubbed his son’s back, voice low and reassuring. “You will see your amore soon. Perhaps he did not have the time to write a longer message. Or he could have meant for you to read beyond the words.”