The ride back was silent at first, the night air heavy with exhaustion and unspoken thoughts. Leonardo sat in the passenger seat, his shoulder freshly bandaged, his face a little bit pale but steady. Nikolai kept his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the wheel tighter than usual.
“How’s the hand?” Nikolai finally asked, breaking the silence.
Leonardo glanced down at the blood soaked bandages and gave a faint smirk. “I’ve had worse.”
Nikolai let out a short laugh. “Yeah, you’ve definitely been shot in more terrifying places. Good thing he didn’t get you in the head.”
Leonardo chuckled lightly, though the movement made his shoulder sting. “Yeah… good thing.”
After that, neither said another word. Leonardo stared out the window, lost in his thouts. It had been a close call. If Orsini
