Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: Frankie moves through the house with a frown, scratching at old wounds underneath the undershirt that's doubling as outerwear as he does so. The man's making rounds around the house, making sure things are secure...habit, really. It's not like back at home, where he had a crew that he could rely on to keep him safe. His crew up here was doing their own thing when not on the job...which just left him. And he had a family to worry about now. He moves down the stairs, into the living room.

Andrea Angotti: Andy is sitting in front of the TV, one of her movie's playing, a note pad on her lap as she jots notes. Now and then she grabs the remote and either rewinds or pauses things, brow furrowed in thought.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He smiles a little to her as he steps into the room, sighing slightly. "Thought I was th' only one who got ta take their work home."

Andrea Angotti: "Hmm?" She blinks and grins at him, cheeks flushing as she guiltily turns off the tape. "Sorry. I just...I dunno," she finishes lamely.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "What's wrong?" He takes a seat next to her, running a hand over her back lightly.

Andrea Angotti: "Met a girl today that I'd love to do a film with. Problem is...She's scared shitless of me. I think a Garou hurt her...She freaked when she saw my tat."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Ahhh." He sighs a little bit. "Not kin, I'm guessin'?"

Andrea Angotti: "I don't think so. Her name's Sara...Sandra...Sasha! She's a friend of Fel's." She leans into Frankie. "I need to get in touch with the Don."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "You think that's such a good idea?" He raises an eyebrow. "I mean, if she ain't kin, and she knows about us..." He shrugs. "Fullbloods ain't always kind about cleanin' up Veil Breaches, Andy."

Andrea Angotti: "Not about her," she says, laughing slightly. "Sorry. My mind's bouncing all over the place. Aerin asked me to see what I could do by way of weaponry."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Ahh." He frowns a bit. "That's that...Gaian, right? From up north?"

Andrea Angotti: "Yeah. He's got a steak in what's going on with the Reapers. I may too...They think I'm Lord and they dislike my profession."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs and nods, rubbing at his eyes. "Yeah. Ain't sayin' that all the queers around are right...they ain't. But them Get Nazis are just makin' shit worse." For him, that is a liberal viewpoint.

Andrea Angotti: "They're breaking the Litany," she says firmly, leaning into him with a sigh. "Its horrific..."

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Don't see that I agree with that, beyond the Veil breachin' that may or may not've happened with the attack on those protestors or whatever."

Andrea Angotti: "You don't think its a breach of the litany to rape a kin?"

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "No, I think it's fuckin' sick. But it ain't a Breach of the Litany. Show me where it says 'Thou Shall Not Rape Those Ya Think Are Tainted.'"

Andrea Angotti: "How bout, Respect those Beneath Ye," she says softly, throat tight.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "What about Spiral Kin?" He shrugs. "They're beneath us. Ya respect them?" He holds a finger up. "I ain't sayin' I agree with what they're doin', Andy. I'm just playin' Devil's Advocate."

Andrea Angotti: "That one..that girl...That hits too close to home for me," she says with a shaky breath.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He sighs and nods, turning her slightly so he can rub at her shoulders. "Yeah. Like I said, I think it's fuckin' sick, Andy. But what the fuck are we gonna do?"

Andrea Angotti: "Kick ass."

Andrea Angotti: "Silver...If we can get it then we stand a chance of standing up to them," she murmurs, melting beneath his strong hands.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He frowns a little bit, considering as he expertly kneads those tension points out of her shoulders. "Maybe. But..." He sighs. "Ya got a daughter ta worry about, Andy. A daughter'd be lost without ya."

Andrea Angotti: "A daughter who could lose me anyway. By their standards I'm a sinner. By their standards, baby," she says. "I'm not gay, we know that, but you've seen me go down on women. You've seen me do the other," she says softly.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Yeah, I know." He falls quiet, working his hands over her shoulders, then moving down to her lower back and starting in there.

Andrea Angotti: "I love you," She says suddenly, vehemently as she twists to face him. "I love you so much. "

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He smiles faintly and slips his arms around her. The worry is there...he covers it with typical Italian bravado, but for one who knows him well, it's obvious and strong. Maybe even a little scared. "I love ya too, Andy."

Andrea Angotti: "I know you do," she whispers, kissing him softly. "And I thank God every damn day. "

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: He leans into the kiss, eyes closing, and holds it for a long moment. When it breaks, he sighs a bit and rests his head on her forehead. "House is safe. You wanna go upstairs and get some sleep...or at least go to bed?" He grins faintly.

Andrea Angotti: "I'd love to baby," she says softly, reaching out to turn off the boob tube without taking her eyes from his.

Francesco "Frankie" Giardini: "Kay." He takes her hands and rises to his feet, leading her upstairs.

Andrea Angotti: She follows, pressing close to his back, her breath warm and soft against his neck.