So we all know Leon is Italian American, right?
What if he speaks in Italian for the times when what he wants to say shouldn’t be said? Maybe he hides a sarcastic comment from his colleagues in Italian? Maybe he gives a quick one liner to you in Italian that you don’t understand and he refuses to tell you what it means so he can frustrate you on purpose?
Speaking of talking to you in Italian, what if he gives you a nickname in Italian? I would like to think he calls you something along the lines of doll face in English. Though in Italian, he mouths off a quiet “my love” when he’s finishing off a sentence when having a conversation with you.
It’s been a frustrating day for both you and Leon and honestly? All either one of you want to do is just rest in each others arms and just relax. However, aside from work taking over what was supposed to be a good day for you two, you also can’t stop bickering to one another.
“The day has been a long one, Leon. I really don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“Alright,” he allows you to walk off from him. “Just come back to the couch when you’ve calmed down.” His nickname is quiet and defeated, allowing you space as he dives for the couch with his hands behind his head so he could stare at the ceiling, “amore mio.”
I would assume since he’s Italian American, his Italian is a bit rusty, so how cute would it be to come home to see him making dinner for the both of you in tandem with rambling off small sentences and correcting himself?
Leon has been going at it for almost half an hour now. He hated the self conscious feeling washing over him as he rambles off broken Italian to himself while frustratedly cutting up ingredients to eat. It’s a lot of starting and stopping with the knife in his hand but when you open the door after a long day at work, he sighs out. He greets you with a quick comment of relief. You don’t understand it but something tells you that you probably shouldn’t ask. Finally, he calls out to you in English and asks for your help with dinner.
“Ever have one of those personal crises that no one else but you only seems to care about?” Leon quizzes.
“Only ten times a day,” you reassure, kissing his cheek before washing your hands to help him.