- LUCIANO -
"Why didn't you pick a dress for Raya yourself and pack it? You thought of everything else. I'm sure you know her size."
Dex chuckles at the question and runs a hand through his beard without bothering to look my way.
Half his hair is pulled back. He's wearing sunglasses and another holey shirt that makes him look like a bum. But he doesn't have a care in the world. I can tell by the ease of his smile while he looks after the two sisters walking away.
How Dex can give over so completely and sincerely to that casual, gentle, carefree nature when there is a monster buried inside of him is beyond me. I've never met anyone else like him. All the wise guys in our world—whether they are bosses, underbosses, capos, soldiers, or just associates—have that haunting, dangerous shadow of a look in their eyes even when they are with their families.
