“Who’s Luca?” Eureka asked. He couldn’t help it, he had to know, but he regrets the question instantly.

Angelo’s brow furrows instantly, his mouth shifting down in the frown. His jaw sets hard, his nostrils flare as he inhales. Silver eyelashes flutter as his gaze traces down.

Eureka swallows nothing, attempting to moisten his suddenly dry throat. He’s made a mistake.

They were just having breakfast, Angelo sitting across from him. Now his eyes cast down on the plate of food in front of him as if studying what he suddenly has no appetite for you.

“You talk in your sleep,” he tries to explain but the words get caught in his dry throat.

Talking is an understatement actually, it’s more like he screams in his sleep. It’s not as if Eureka can hear a brief utterance of the name. It’s more that Angelo writhes in sleep, shouting about Luca and how Angelo needs him to answer.

It’s so insistent that Angelo’s voice rises to a volume Eureka can hear his roommates cries through his headphones blasting whatever baroque music he’s chosen for the night.

Angelo doesn’t meet his gaze, his storm grey eyes unable to focus on anything. Tan hands rest on either side of his half eaten breakfast, flattening and curling idly.

“I just thought maybe I’d bring it up. It seems like you have something you may want to tell him,” Eureka says.

Angelo’s eyes flick up to meet Eureka’s. His eyes are narrowed as if he’s confused about the image of the person in front of him.

Eureka feels nothing but regret about opening his mouth at the sight of Angelo’s anguished face as his plush lips twist into a frown and his brows crease together. His grey eyes look glossy as they search Eureka’s face, making his scarred face look more youthful.

“He’s…” Angelo trails off unable to get the words out.

Eureka knows. He knows what Angelo can’t say. He doesn’t need to know who Luca is or what exactly happened to him but he has a feeling Angelo can’t share what he wants to with him.

“I’m sorry it’s not my place,” Eureka looks down at his cup of coffee.

“No, I just,” Angelo says and Eureka can tell he’s forcing the words out.

“You would probably understand better than must, huh?” He says softly.

Eureka looks back up at Angelo. His silver eyes are cast down but he looks more present.

“Probably, but you don’t have to share.”