Leo rolled his eyes so hard it looked almost painful.
"I am," he said flatly. Then, without missing a beat, "Can we go back to the bedroom? My back is hurting."
It was casual. Dismissive. Like he was commenting on the weather.
But Bella caught the undertone, the boredom and the annoyance.
Her expression softened immediately. "Okay, sure. Let's go."
She reached down and took his hand, helping him rise from the booth with careful attention to his movements. Leo allowed it, which was its own kind of admission.
Dom watched them go, momentarily distracted from his own misery. "They're so cute," he mumbled. "Disgustingly cute. I hate it. I love it."
Jason nodded. "Relationship goals. Minus the whole mafia thing."
"Minus the murder," Dom agreed.
"Minus the constant danger."
"Minus the terrifying family dinners."
They both paused, considering.
"Still kinda goals though," Dom admitted.
Jason sighed. "Yeah."
