"That's my boy! Fast and dead on!" Luca laughed, burying his face against Alva's broad shoulder as the tip of his nose affectionately brushed the scented edge of the older man's collar.
The sudden closeness and words that bordered on a confession finally brought a taste of sweetness to a man who had lately been through the wringer. Alva froze for a moment, then slightly averted his gaze, watching out of the corner of his eye as this little rascal acted up in his arms.
Sensing no dramatic shift in Alva's mood, Luca assumed he was just coming across as overly excited.
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