Matteo straightened, brushing his hands over his gray tee, finally letting himself step away from the desk.
The afternoon had stretched longer than he'd planned, but the work was done now.
"Done," he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Finally," Felix muttered, still leaning lightly against him. "Before I have to drag you down myself."
Matteo chuckled, shaking his head. "Let's go. I didn't want to risk that."
Felix rolled his eyes, playful, but the warmth in his gaze was unmistakable. "Right. Can't have Don Matteo embarrassed in front of the staff."
Matteo laughed softly, the sound low and easy. "I'll leave the theatrics to you, then."
They moved together toward the door, shoulders brushing, the quiet comfort of shared warmth wrapping around them.
Outside the room, the soft glow of the evening light spilled through the hall, casting long, gentle shadows across the polished floors.
