[Antonio is feeling....a lot of things, okay?] [Excitement and anxiety, it’s a weird mixture. His memories are all kind of hazy and blurred together, when he woke up he didn’t know what was going on but all he remembered at this very moment was one of his closest friends, Vincenzo.]
Hey-- [Was all he could muster out in a slurred thick accent, his eyes scanning the Italian man over as he took a step closer. He spots the gun and kinda froze, only to notice that Vincenzo’s eyes are kinda rolling into the back of his head.] [Not good.]
[Antonio quickly reached forward and wrapped his arms around Vincenzo’s body, lifting him up and close to his chest. He’s clean knocked the fuck out. That wasn’t the plan.] [Not at all.]
[The Spaniard struggles for a moment to shift Vin more onto him, lifting him up completely into his arms as Antonio makes his way towards the couch to gently lay him down.] [His eyes scan around the room, he eyes the gun nearby and kinda...pushes it further away, not needing Vin to wake up and pop a cap in his ass out of rage or shock.] [He takes notice of a bag nearby as well, opening it and taking note of the salts.] [Antonio takes the bag and puts it near Vincenzo’s face, hoping it’d work like it used to.] C’mon, Vinny....wake up, I missed you and your bratty mouth.