Thomaso gave a single, thoughtful nod.
"Of course," he said finally. "Of course it is."
He looked toward the window for a moment, the last of the daylight cutting a thin line across his desk.
Then, he looked back at Leo.
"Still, it's good to finally meet you."
I talked with your father before his...."
Leo's mouth opened slightly, then closed.
He didn't know how to respond to that, not when the name Ravanelli still hung in the air between them like an unanswered question.
Thomaso leaned back, fingers steepled in front of him.
"You've got his eyes," he said quietly. "Exactly the same."
Leo shifted in his seat, unsure if that was meant to comfort him or confuse him even more.
"Yeah," he said finally, scratching the back of his neck. "Right."
Thomaso smiled again, less amused this time, more thoughtful.
"Don't worry," he said. "We'll get to that. In time."
