I watch Luca’s face change as he realizes that he’s causing a scene, and that this does indeed look like a press setup. Luca coming running out of the house to clasp my face in his hands, when he could have easily just let us come inside?
Yeah, it really does look to everyone here – the press included, probably - like he deliberately came outside so that the press could get a shot of us on the front porch.
But no one else can feel Luca’s emotions like I do right now – he’s devastated, completely out of control of how he’s feeling. Which, I mean, really could affect his choices, right?
“I’m sorry,” Luca mutters, his eyes back on me now as he drops my face and stumbles back towards his screen door, yanking it open. “Please – yes, come inside –“
We do, and I duck my head, staying close t
