"Nothing."
"What?" I gape, "You give me all this sage advice, and when it comes to confessing your feeling for your childhood friend, you get cold feet."
"It’s not cold feet."
"What is it then?"
"It’s just…" he rubs his fingers across the back of his neck, "it’s complicated."
"And you sound like a cliché."
He stares at me and I raise my hands in the air, "Okay, all right, I admit I sounded like one too, earlier."
"See how much easier it is when you simply own up to your faults?"
I laugh, "Don’t kid yourself,fratellino." I ruffle his hair, "Just because you happen to be right about some things doesn’t mean you’re right abouteverything."
He chuckles, "I wouldn’t dare claim that." He punches me lightly in the shoulder, "Now, go back there and talk to your wife."