Angel Dust

Watching that hand, it seems to take forever before it makes contact, but when it does it's more than enough to shoo any lingering thoughts of Marco away, leaving room only for Valentino. His head tilts slowly at that implied meaning, hoping he's not reading it wrong. Anthony's pale left hand shifts to butt lightly against the edge of Val's fingers.

"...I'll try to land myself in that second group for ya, as well," he promises with a small smirk, despite his very real fear that he'll disappoint. He always seems to.