After lunch, Nikolai and Angelo took their leave after giving their thanks, heading right to the car after they left the kitchen.
Angelo was tense as the car drove out of the gates, although he knew that if something had gone wrong, Cain would have called, he couldn't help but be anxious.
His hands found his hair, absently braiding his now completely dry hair, his foot tapping.
Nikolai shot him worried looks, he knew where Angelo's worries stemmed from, and he wanted to offer comfort, but he didn't know how. It didn't help that he wasn't particularly close to Silvia, even when they had essentially been working together, there had still been a brick wall between them.
His relationship with Angelo had been murky before their separation, and now, he couldn't even say if the assassin was still upset with him or not.
