[ he does, indeed, already know, and he's grateful that Abbacchio at least messaged him before running off to drown his sorrows; Bruno would be worried about him otherwise. That, and he has to agree with him on needing a fucking drink. ]
It's exhausting. I'm trying not to think about anything. I am glad you sent me an e-mail. Are you in your room? I wouldn't mind a drink, either.
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It's exhausting. I'm trying not to think about anything. I am glad you sent me an e-mail. Are you in your room? I wouldn't mind a drink, either.