Third plate of pasta [video]
[Ever since the effects of the corrupted wish faded, Feliciano has lived in self-imposed isolation, hiding in his room to do nothing but cry his eyes out and sleep. He barely dared to sneak out of his room deep in the night to get food, too frightened of running across Spain or Romano.
The effects of these weeks are plainly visible now as he stares blearily into the camera with red-rimmed eyes and a tear-streaked face. He has lost weight and every now and then, the attentive viewer might catch sight of old blood stains on the bedsheets.
Feliciano wets cracked lips and gives a little cough.]
Dean? Are you listening, Dean?
The effects of these weeks are plainly visible now as he stares blearily into the camera with red-rimmed eyes and a tear-streaked face. He has lost weight and every now and then, the attentive viewer might catch sight of old blood stains on the bedsheets.
Feliciano wets cracked lips and gives a little cough.]
Dean? Are you listening, Dean?