He glanced up from his coffee, brows furrowed a little in confusion. Then she gestured at his hand and he looked...and he paused for a minute when his eyes caught the ring. Under the table Gioia shifted to put her head on his foot and he blinked a couple time in rapid succession before absently covering the ring with his other hand.

It was a good morning.

"He didn't make it home." His voice broke once, but he ignored it and forced himself to look up at his company, a thin smile forced onto his lips. "But he's always with me."