[Klayko]

Now Aryin was hardly pacing around. That was perhaps a good sign. The talk of journalism might have been a good distraction for other things to come.

“I might take you up on that offer,” he stated. “Your father suggested that himself, giving me an internship at some places, but those journalists reeked of corruption.”

Now something more interesting was being brought forth. Talks of Aryin’s actual past. Apparently, he had done some dirt after all. He hurt others as much as Larry did and had some remorse to the entire matter. That was never a bad thing. Larry would not ask aloud however. He would just think it. ”Is it worth the trouble of doing what’s right if you’re just going to get treated as a mistake?”

Aryin was downing more Whiskey than Larry was. That hardly seemed fair, so he decided to do the same as well, a buzz now forming with each passing minute.

“Please,” he chuckled. “It’s a nice night out. Why not go for a walk back instead? Unless you live that far away...I don’t exactly know my way around just yet with the rules here, so I just walk or ride a bike anyways unless it’s mandatory I catch a ride.”

Still, Larry knew good and well nothing was handed to you for free. What this did do was give him insight about Aryin a bit more however. He had already heard how there were things a kid shouldn’t have to hear. It made Larry wonder how did Sarah seemingly turn out much better however. Still, not wanting to press a sore subject even more, he just nodded, drinking another glass of whiskey.

“I have done more than hear it,” he stated, looking away a bit. “I’ve umm..done it a few times. I wasn’t fully honest with you. You see, my family was being forced into something much worse. They uh, tried to use my younger brother as leverage. It allowed me to take some things into my own hands.”

There it was. Romeo did see some talent in Larry and it was more than just the fact he knew his way around a kitchen. It was one of Larry’s personal regrets because Romeo merely showed him how to do it and it was fine without hesitation. A man now had ruined fingers somewhere in Italy and the family itself? Forced under the Ancelotti without a second guess. Now, Aryin’s father had more business to add under his belt.

“It seems easy to do, break a few fingers or cut a tongue out and in return, you gain a life worth living. At the expense of your soul though.”

He might put on a smile, but it wasn’t exactly easy to do when thinking it over. The only reason why it was easy for him before in that split second was because family was on the line and well, you took care of family regardless. Maybe in some way, that extended towards Aryin.

“I can’t exactly hate a man for choosing another outlet that differed from other’s thoughts. It’s independent.”