[For a good, solid while, Doppio assumes he's fucked up again. How can he not, when he listens to the Boss recount all the ways he's died in Ryslig alone? He's distracted only for a moment - Cervo? That's his name? - but he doesn't ask, doesn't even try to interrupt the flood of words from the Boss's mouth.

It probably wouldn't do much good, anyway.

He does wonder what to tell him this time, how he can possibly make his words just work, because he can't let the Boss keep putting himself down - but then he realises he's not done.

Not only is he not done, he's on his shoulder now. And this time - though it isn't a compulsion in the same sense as that force demanding that they spill their truths - Doppio slips his hand free, so that he can reach up and place it on the back of the Boss's head.

When he finally says something, Doppio's voice is just as quiet as the Boss's.]

I've kinda... wanted that, too. I-I mean, I've thought about it, and... and I think it'd be nice. It's not like we have a place to go back to, so... so shouldn't we just make the most out of what we've got here?

[It doesn't really matter what that place is. It doesn't need to be Passione again, as long as it's theirs.]

And... I think this island's a nice start.

[... Wait. He slips his hand back into the Boss's - so he can tell it's true.]

I-I think it's a nice start. It's not like it was ours back home, but... it is now, right?