Angel Dust

It's not in him to feel bad for the things he's done - Valentino's list of crimes, from petty to grand, is impressively long, and there's not a single thing on that list that he feels bad about, Marco included. If there's anything he does regret, it's not letting that kid know that he was lucky that his last brush with affection of any sort was from Anthony, and unlucky that it's also the thing that sealed his fate.

Valentino does not feel bad about what he did to Marco, but there's something in Anthony's uncertainty and the underlying impression of abandonment by someone he might have been minimally attached to that makes Val feel somewhat... apologetic. Not for ending some kid's life, but for his actions resulting in Anthony feeling - unimportant. He's too pretty to think someone would leave him on purpose, but there's not much Valentino can do about it now, and he wouldn't take it back or undo it now even if he could. Jealousy put Marco at the bottom of a river well before Valentino got his hands on him.

Now, though, Valentino's hands are much gentler than they were when they were wrapped tight around a gasping throat. He reaches out with his right hand, but this time he lets it hover for a moment above Anthony's knee.

"I'm sorry, Anthony." He's not, but it sounds nice. Val lets his hand settle, fingers squeezing lightly. His thumbs smooths over Anthony's kneecap. "Unfortunately, some people will always disappoint you." He tilts his head slightly, turns it to look at Anthony, dark eyes meeting mismatched brown and blue and holding his gaze. "... And some people won't."