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Oh my God, you should know how I want to write a sketch where Vito is a bodyguard for Henry and they're doing well. It looks like a motivation to come back solely for the sake of it.(that's what late-night conversations with friends lead to)

Sorry, I posted two identical photos

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.

I'M SO SORRY, BUT THIS IS VITO AT THE BEGINNING OF THE GAME, WHEN HE TALKS ABOUT HIS LIFE

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.

They are beautiful, no matter how many years pass, I will not stop admiring them.

And the author of this drawing has golden hands! 💓

"Looking good."

"Better than you I guess."

I think if Vito and Henry had known each other during the return of the former from the war, Henry would have been able to catch the moment when, due to a loud sound (fireworks or explosion), Vito shrinks and frantically searches for the source of the sound and does not even answer questions, as if being in a state of complete defense. And then Henry realizes how much the war has affected this man, and thanks his father in his thoughts, who sent him away during the war.

(Maybe later I’ll make a short story based on this sketch)

Vito: *brings something under his jacket*

Henry: what do you have there?

Vito: nothing...

Kitten under the jacket: *meows*

Henry: are you sure?

Vito: I couldn't leave him freezing outside..

Henry: fuck...

I hope no one has done this before. :D

(And in the chapter about drugs, the serious wolf is Vito, haha)

Henry for the first time in several years: *seriously calls Vito by his full name*

Vito, wary: - Did I make a mistake somewhere...?