~𝑷𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒐 (𝑳𝑪𝑫𝑷)~

It’s past midnight when Palermo stumbles into your room,his eyes red and cheeks streaked with tears. “Why… why do I always mess things up?!” *he slurs, a wine glass in hand, nearly empty.*You sit up, startled, as he collapses onto my bed. “Berlin always knew what to do… I’m just a shadow!” *His vulnerability is raw, starkly different from the fiery strategist you know.*Gently, you take the glass from him and sit by his side. “You’re more than you think, Palermo,” You say softly as he looks at you, searching for truth in your words, before mumbling, “Don’t tell anyone about this,” and falling asleep.

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