Elio took a deep breath and unclenched his fists. He stared at Ricky for the last time, then walked past him.
Ricky let out a deep sigh.
"Get some rest, we'd hit the road for a run in an hour," Ricky yelled after him.
After he had leaped off the fence at the hospital, he had disappeared into the crowd of passersby and made his way to the underground mansion where he and his doings had initially grown to know as their family's training ground.
He had met Ricky on the balcony, a drink in his hand waiting eagerly for his return. He saw the excitement when he had seen him walk through the gate and he could understand why he was excited.
Losing Matteo and having to deal with the fact that Jessie and his daughter, Melissa were in captivity just months after his brother's death was heartbreaking, it was normal that he held onto what was left for his sanity's sake, and what was left was himself: Elio.
