...looks over at the other person sitting at the bar. Oh. Him. Hmph. He orders another glass of wine, concentrating on the fact that...that it was probably good, he supposed..that he hadn't run into Antonio_

_yet.

someone watching him and he looks up from his drink, meeting the Italians eyes. Um...

raises an eyebrow at him. "Ciao." Oh good, his first reaction hadn't been to be an asshole. He was coming along nicely then.

offers the Italian a smile in greeting. "Hello." He didnt really know what to say. he hadnt spoken to the other in some time.

knows. He kinda holds a grudge for the other separating him and his brother as children... "Drowning your misery as well?"

doesn't see why he should hold a grudge if everything turned out fine. "Not drowning. Just soothing it." He answers softly before bringing his glass to his lips and taking a slow sip. "I suspect that you are-

-however." Lovino looked less than thrilled about all of this.

's shoulders drop. "Si...I shouldn't be. It ended well, but..." He knows he's being vague, but undoubtedly Roderich's heard. Europe gossiped like no tomorrow..

- "But you have every right to be cross with him." He offered, taking another sip from his drink before he stood up and came to join the Italian. "I know."

glances at him. "I know you know. All of Europe knows...I am pissed, but I have no right to be."

- "I think you have every right to be angry. It's only healthy." He sighs softly. "Truly, I am sorry that you were hurt. Believe me, I know the feeling."

glances at him. "Did the love of your life claim you were together when you couldn't remember a thing, and then sleep with his brother?"

smiles a little. "No. But I know what it is to be left alone. Over and over again. But things always get better, of that you can be sure."

lets his head drop with a soft thump against the bar. "Si...I told him I wouldn't hold anything against him, that I wouldn't be mad. I tried to end things on good terms." But he couldn't help the way he_

_felt..but that would fade in time, he was sure.

shrugs a little. "Don't we all?" He stands up, walking back to the bar and orders a bottle of wine and two glasses before returning to the table, setting it between them.

smiles a little at the wine. "No..no, I wanted to...I thought I would be angry, and furious, and si, I was. But hold grudges quite often..I didn't want that with Antonio. I didn't want to lose him altogether."

- "I understand." He fiddles with the cork a little and then promptly gives up, sliding it over to Lovino, hoping he was better with it. "But, time heals all wounds."

takes the bottle easily, and pops the cork, pouring them both a glass. "Si, that is true..." He paused. "Are you completely over Antonio?"