Gio spent a little more time speaking with the Old Lady before she sent him away, telling him to start preparing for his departure.
'She's not wrong. I have a lot to pack. Three days' worth, though…?'
Well, packing and whatnot could wait. There were a couple of things that needed to happen first.
Firstly, Gio made his way back to his home in Gastle. It technically still belonged to him, but he was the one knocking on the door now.
Ricky opened it almost instantly. He had clearly been waiting for Gio to show up.
"A lot of crazy things have happened since you returned."
"It hasn't even been a day?" Gio responded with a smile as he walked into the house.
"How have you been the past year? From what I heard, you're thriving."
"Thriving is not the right word for that," Ricky said, sighing and collapsing onto his bed. It was different from the one Gio used. It seemed he had made enough money to refurnish the place.
