I had started to understand something about Vito , he couldn't say no to me. Not really. He would press his lips together and look away and pretend he was considering it, but he always gave in. I don't think he even realized he was doing it. I noticed, though. I noticed everything about him.
That night, after my nightmare, he'd let me curl up beside him without a word of complaint. I fell asleep holding his sleeve, and I woke up still holding it. He was already studying by the time I stirred, and I spent the morning doing what I'd been doing for days , hovering close, as if being near him meant nothing could reach me.
"Vito," I said, draping myself over his back and wiggling my fingers against his shoulder blades. "Can we go outside? I haven't seen the sun in days. I'm starting to forget what it looks like."
"In a couple of days," he said, not looking up from his notes.
