Tino wasn't an idiot. He knew things were tense. He knew things hadn't magically repaired themselves after Toni got hurt. How could they? He'd blatantly told her they weren't going to get married and Mia was the kind of person who cared about those sorts of things. -Public image and what not. To her, marriage was a symbol of love, rather than love being a symbol of itself. He knew this. But he liked to think things were slowly repairing themselves over time.
"Honey, I'm home," he called playfully into the house. "Boys? Come see what Daddy brought you!" He'd stopped off at the bakery on the way home from work. Perhaps a few cannolis were just what the family needed for a pick me up. No one was unhappy over dessert.
"Boys? Gino? Benny?" Tino dropped his gym bag (which served double as his briefcase) on the floor by the door. Were the twins out? "Mia?" He pushed through the kitchen and into the living room. "Hey. There you are. Where are the twins?" He scratched the side of his head, messing up his already messy hair.