[Poggio]

He rose quickly at the words, pressing his head against Ambrosia's forehead. His mind brought up a picture of the woman sitting in Cirros kitchen. He swallowed, as much as he craved the attention he understood the importance of sharing it with the others. “Are you sure?” He asked pressing down on the hand still playing with his scar. “I will not be here all night, I leave for work at 7.” Galvin moved away from Ambrosia's forehead gracing a small kiss against his neck. “I was only planning on sleeping today.”