"Oh. I'm sorry, G." Resting his head against his arm on the bed, Tsuna gives a sort of faint smile. His gaze isn't quite there. "I didn't mean to wake you. I just couldn't rest, you know how it is."

There's so much wrong with what he's saying, and he doesn't even know it. It's not even just the wrong name. It's even the language on his tongue. Tsuna always speaks in Japanese in private when he's with his friends, keeping some part of home with him. It helps to deal with such displacement. But this is Italian... Old Italian, too, the dialect so different from what Tsuna had been taught from Reborn.

Before he can go on, however... Something in the gloom seems wrong, and a crinkle starts to gather between his eyebrows. Tsuna shifts forward, his other hand trying to find the other man's face. "Something... wrong with your eyes...?"