Leone Abbacchio

It was Friday, at a remote hour of dawn; We were sitting together on the couch; drinking some whiskey after a rather tiring mission. Leone used to be more open when he was drunk and today was no different. We had begun to talk about our pasts, one or another problem and ending with feelings, where the current conversation took place We took a break to refill our glasses, then he broke the silence saying bluntly: — "I really like you, I don't know how, I don't know why."