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Fragile [Labor / S. Guzzanti]

Title: Fragile
Fandom: RPF
Characters: Marco Travaglio, Sabina Guzzanti, Michele Santoro and Paul mentioned Guzzanti
Pairing: Labor / Guzzanti
Prompt: too focused
Rating: green
Warnings: het , flash-fic, a bit 'of angst \u0026lt;3
Notes Author: drabble written for the tree of "Nothing" ^ ^ Guzzanti father regards the reference to a debate in which precisely the ex-senator sharply criticized Travaglio.

Fragile

liked to see it in profile while scribbling notes on his notebook: he had a serious face, concentrate, concentrate too much, it seemed that to burn the same page with his eyes in front of him.
was completely immersed in his work, captured by the words that are happening one after the other. Sabina
found himself hoping that does not get up those eyes on her, because she could not have already forgotten, was afraid to find that look so intense in some accusation.
floor and sighed in that while Marco looked up at her, but they were more cheerful, sweet.
\u0026lt;Are you okay?>
She nodded in response.
Of course, Marco was too polite to bring up that issue, his father was too smart to get a reproach to the children the sins of their fathers. Simply ignored the matter and everything would have ended up there.
But Sabina was left a bitter taste, the vague sense of guilt that did not want to leave.
He had always said that the ideas of his father's problems and that she had not wanted to poke your nose or get involved in any way, but in the end the bitterness remained.
He noticed that Mark had stopped writing only when he felt his hand brush them gently on the cheek.
He looked up at him and thought for a moment to tell him everything, all the fear he felt inside, all the resentment he felt towards his father, everything that when he felt haunted by his own freedom be threatened.
But eventually swallowed everything, as usual: it was a burden he wanted to share, not yet, he tried to smile a little, a misguided attempt and absolutely useless, but Mark liked him anyway.
opened his mouth to say something to break the tension, but Michael's voice calling him break the sentence in the bud.
Marco smiled for a moment, embarrassed, and then stand up and support a hand on his shoulder.
\u0026lt;I'll be back.> Muttered before leaving the room. Sabina
merely to follow with their eyes, swearing to herself that this was the last time you made would be so fragile in the face man.