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[That silence was enough to answer it, really, and Faustino looked down at his plate to help hide his victorious smirk. It was difficult to pinpoint when exactly he had stopped looking to Lancia for approval and when he had started looking at him for an entirely different reason, but it felt like it had been lifetimes. It was a trying juxtaposition, to have memories of what being an adult was like and not fully grasping them.

However, now Faustino could say confidently that he knew what he was asking for and what he wanted.]

So what do we have to do to be acknowledged as adults in your eyes, egregio signor?

[His mismatched eyes nearly burned as he glanced up at Lancia's face in barely concealed interest.]