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Impervious Fragility 17/?

[(Anonymous)]

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“You seem distracted, figlio” Francesco Vecellio observed as he matched his horse’s pace with that of his adopted son’s.

Giovanni jerked. He had been deep in thought. “Si, papa I guess I am…” He stroked his horse’s dark mane to calm him from his sudden movement. “I have just been…thinking.” And worry, and all sorts of things, but he couldn’t worry his father with such personal thoughts. It had all been such a flurry of activity, being suddenly told he was going on an extended mission outside Roma at the last second. It had been so busy and such short notice that it shouldn’t have been a surprise that he hadn’t been able to find Ezio. But it bothered him. Leaving without seeing Ezio, without saying goodbye, without giving him a kiss to keep his love until he got back. It bothered him; and what would Ezio think when he realized he had left without telling him.

“Papa, could I use a messenger bird? Please?” He asked softly, already pulling out a slip of paper and pencil to write Ezio a message. It was the least he could do for Ezio. “I need to send a quick message back home…”

Francesco considered it. So it was true. True that Giovanni was in a relationship with Ezio. Machiavelli had told him just before suddenly assigning Giovanni to the mission even though he originally was not going with the group Francesco was leading. Francesco had already been getting the feeling that Giovanni was in a relationship with someone (he was his adopted son after all!) but hadn’t known it was the Maestro himself. “A message to Ezio.”

“How did…”

“I’m your papa, Giovanni.” He smiled at the boy sadly. “I might not be by blood, but I’m your father. I notice things like this… Why…didn’t you tell me?”

Giovanni hung his head in shame. Not in shame in being caught in a relationship with the Maestro, but in shame that he had hurt his father by hiding it. “I…we just… I don’t know. I…wanted to be sure. That I love him and he loves me. That it was more than me having a silly crush.”

“But it isn’t.”

“No.” Francesco watched his son’s eyes soften and his whole being seemed to calm at the thought of Ezio. “I really love him, and…I am sure he loves me. I’m just…worried he might be upset I left so suddenly. I didn’t get to say goodbye…” Now the worry was back and pleading green eyes rested on him.

He sighed, this time unable to help his grin. Ah, young love. “Alright, but one message and one message only. I can’t have one of our birds out of commission just so you and Ezio can send love messages back and forth.”

Green eyes brightened and a smile that lit up his whole face under the hood of his cloak. “Thank you papa!” He immediately set to work writing a message to Ezio, managing to keep his hands steady despite the stride of the horse. In the meantime Francesco reached carefully into the cage strapped onto the back of the horse behind his saddle that held their messenger pigeons. They were kept to send updates back to the hideout and for emergencies. There was one bird, specially marked, that was specifically trained to go straight to the Maestro, and such was the bird that Francesco chose. He held the bird while Giovanni slipped the note into the tube and released the bird.

“However…” Francesco spoke after a while, once again turning to his son. “I still have to approve of this relationship.” He sat straight, his chest almost puffing out like a protective mother hen. “He might be the Maestro, but I still have to make sure he’s good enough and treats my only child well. Ezio and I will be having a talk when we get back.”

Giovanni flushed a little in embarrassment as he imagined what such a talk might be about.

“You’re sleeping with the Maestro Giovanni???”
No one’s face had ever paled faster when Giovanni turned and saw that the entire group had overheard that he and Ezio were together.