I Can't Stop Thinking About How Touch Is One Of Their Love Languages.

I'M CRYING, THIS IS SO CUTE 🥹🥹

“Owls and crows are predestined to be mortal enemies. Opposites in design and approach but overall fighting for the same goal… hunting down prey.”

CARLOS REMINDS ME OF A BIG CAT WHO TOOK UP ALL THE SPACE ON THE BED/SOFA WITH THE MOST SMART AND SATISFIED FACE

And this is how George sees him at this moment:

Well, that's Sam Trapani himself In my performance. It seems like a mask would suit him very well.

My little fanon thoughts about Vito and Henry.

Vito reacts calmly to the sounds of gunfire, but reacts with hostility and nervousness to sounds similar to loud explosions (reminds him of events at the front).

Henry has something of the same painful memory - the colognes his dead wife.

Vito is a dog person (no wonder, since he has posters of dogs hanging in his childhood room). And Henry is a cat person.

These two, when they get together to drink (just them, no one else) drink a little and spend most of the time talking and can afford to sit in silence.

Vito once gave his cross to Henry, because he himself could not identify with religion after losing his family, and Henry still remained a believer. Henry considered carrying the cross with him as a symbol of good luck.

Vito often smells like coffee and cigarettes, while Henry smells like expensive cologne, but with a slight hint of cigarette smoke.

Henry knows what kind of coffee Vito drinks and therefore, when he makes an appointment with him early in the morning somewhere in a restaurant, he always orders him coffee in advance.

Henry still feels guilty about Vito being in prison.

Henry, unlike Joe, who jokingly scolds Vito for careless driving, makes comments more often and more seriously, but not in a way that upsets or offends (and not everyone wants to die on the road because of a driver flying through a red light).

Henry learns about Vito's PTSD (which most often manifests as panic and a withdrawn, short-tempered mood for the rest of the day due to loud explosions threatening his life) from Joe after the mission to assassinate Clemente at the hotel, but Henry never asks Vito directly out of respect.

They both treat women very well. With respect and due politeness, always ready to stand up for and help.

They remembered each other's favorite cigarettes.

Henry: Vito...don't look at me with those eyes.

Vito, smiling: with what eyes, Henry?

Or briefly about how Vito noticed how his puppy-dog look affected Henry and now uses it more often.

If only you knew how much I love this man (and in this drawing he is especially beautiful) 🙏

chilli puppy

I'm sure they needed that light-hearted conversation.

(The sketch is a fan fiction and has no relation to canon)

The inspiration for the song was: "As the World Caves in" - Matt Maltese.

Sitting in a spacious and comfortably furnished living room, the two men drank whiskey and generally had a quiet time. They couldn't afford such a vacation for a very long time.

- Anyway, Henry, how did you learn English? Then you still haven't answered my question - Vito smiled weakly, but at the same time sincerely enough.

- Curiosity can drive you to the grave, you know? - Henry retorts, taking a sip of whiskey from a faceted glass. He exhales softly before answering the question: - My father invited a teacher home to personally study English with me. So, it seems, it happened. This teacher told me all about America, about Empire Bay, that he once lived here and dreamed of starting a family again...

- Why "again"?

- I asked him then. But he didn't say anything, just smiled at me and patted me on the head, asking me to continue studying. But then I found out from my father about what happened, it turned out that his wife and son were brutally murdered for not paying off their debts on time.

Vito nodded his head sadly. He was familiar with this situation, even if not to such a terrifying extent.

- Sometimes I think back to this story and fully understand why you, Vito, were so eager to grab all the cases just to earn more.

A silence hung over them, steeped in either awkwardness or grief for this teacher.

Henry decides to break this silence with the following words:

- i take it you learned English while attending school here? - He asked for the sake of decency and to defuse the situation.

- Oh, how do you know that?

- Joe, the day before you arrived from the front, got wildly drunk. And as you know, drunk Joe will tell you everything that bothers him, and that it is precisely because of this that he should not reveal particularly important secrets. He will blurt them out and will not blush with conscience. That day, he sat and sang about what a good friend and comrade he had. I thought at the time that he was exaggerating. Well, I take it back with a clear conscience - Henry laughs softly, velvety, remembering all this with a pleasant nostalgia that warms his heart.

Sorry, I posted two identical photos

ATTENTION.

English is not my first language. There may be spelling errors.

AU in which Vito is a bodyguard for Henry.

If you like the idea, I will continue to release little notes about them.

"Sit down, we need to deal with your wounds," a voice from somewhere in the bathroom prompted him to move over and sit on the sofa, stretching out his legs and letting out a heavy, shoulder—squeezing sigh.

The blood on his hands had dried long ago, and the skin on his face was uncomfortably tight, reminding him of a new cut that ran from his forehead to his cheekbone through his eyebrow, mercilessly dissecting it. It's a familiar sensation, but it doesn't reduce the burning sensation.

When Henry appears in front of him with a first-aid kit in his hands, the younger one finds it funny how he looks: serious, still in his jacket, taking out pieces of gauze.

"It's just scratches," Scaletta objects, as the hands that recently released the cigarette reach for his bloody face.

"Let's consider this my return courtesy," Tomasino insisted, sitting down on the chair opposite, touching Vito's shoulder and urging him to lean towards him. But he listens, bends down, because he is used to it and will not be able to behave differently.

"You're another salvation for me, and I'll just treat your wounds." There is no need to sew anything up here.

"It's part of my job.

"Yes, I know. And I'm paying you money for it. But no one canceled the human attitude, even to his bodyguard."

Vito can only accept, nod and wait for the whole procedure to come to an end.

At one point, he allowed himself to trustingly close his eyes and enjoy the atmosphere, so quiet and calm, while Henry held his chin to better examine the wound and applied gauze soaked in water to his skin. Subsequently, he felt a patch appear on his skin. Henry's touch moves from his face to his hands. There is a weariness in both of them, too obvious, but consistent with what happened. After an assassination attempt and a shootout, both of them usually had no strength left.

Pressing his forehead against Henry's shoulder, Vito does not take his hands away, feeling bandages wrap around him, and other people's fingers touch his knuckles. It was a moment of weakness because they had agreed to be honest with each other. Scaletta vaguely remembers the last time he could just sit closer to someone.

"Shall we have something to drink?" Henry suggests, putting away everything that has been drunk.

"Just a little bit. I don't want to bury someone's corpse today," the smile comes out forced, but no less sincere.

Henry smiles at what he has said, knowing full well how his friends' drunken get-togethers end.

Belatedly releasing Vito's hands from his own, he slaps him on the shoulder again, as if this could give the younger at least some kind of surge of strength.

my little collection of my favorite photos of francois (there are many more, but these are the first ones that came to mind :) )