Jamie sighed heavily, looking over at her. "Someone needs to remind him that people aren't possessions," he muttered, rising and heading into the kitchen. Soon after that, the smell of brewing coffee filled the air, and the clinking of mugs could be heard.
"He's not wrong," Anthony said softly, folding his map up so only one section was visible. He trailed off, muttering to himself in Italian and squinting at the tiny letters.
Jamie came back in, setting mugs of coffee in front of everyone, then taking his seat next to Anthony. He idly drummed his fingers on the tabletop while staring into space, until Anthony looked over at him.
"Peace, Jamie," he said. "I'm close, you'll have her back soon."