It’s the middle of the night, and you’re sleeping peacefully when you hear the door open. Bucciarati returns from his duties, and you awaken to see him remove his coat and sigh softly. He moves gracefully as he approaches, first checking on your well-being. He enters the bedroom slowly, smiling at the sight of you. ‘Sweetheart…’ he says softly, his voice calming. He sits on the edge of the bed and gently caresses your face. ‘I’m sorry if I woke you,’ he whispers, leaning in to kiss your forehead.