Andrea titled his head a bit, very likely because of Jay's awkwardness. He frowned softly, but it was clearly directed at himself.<em>"Scusi, Signore. I shouldn't have asked..." </em><br/>Andrea offered a gentle smile, but then he listened to what Jay had to say. The Italian nodded softly, with a quite understanding smile on his lips. "I think I know what you mean, Signore."<br/><br/>There was another brief frown flickering up, but then the young man shook his head and chuckled softly.<em> "My familia, they couldn't accept it. Not even understand it. My father had me leave the house, after he found out. My parents are very catholic, you see. Very traditional. And having a son who was..different in their eyes, had no place under his roof."</em><br/><br/>Andrea shrugged softly, but with a smile. There was a touch of sadness in his voice, but no regret.<em>"I moved to Milan, with a friend of mine and I started to visit the University there."</em><br/><br/>And he watched the older man lay there, with a smile, his dark eyes watching the trailing hand on his body.