"Alessio... what’s wrong? Why the hell are you limping?" I ask, stepping closer without even thinking.
"I’m fine. Just a little... tired, that’s all," he says, but he can’t even look me in the eye. Total bullshit.
"Was it Dante?" I push, feeling my anger start to bubble. Like, what the actual f**k? Why would Dante hurt his own damn brother?
"It’s really not that bad," Alessio says, trying to wave it off. "And besides... I had it easier than the rest."
I mean, he’s got a point, but looking at him right now, I feel like I'm the one who got it easy. He looks like hell.
"Alright, but your leg... does it hurt that bad?" I ask, biting my lip a little.
"It’ll be fine. I just need to rest it," he says, nodding like he’s trying to convince himself more than me.
Honestly, he looks like he sho
