She held onto him and gave a soft noise. "I love you, too, Rocco..."
Their days continued on the same; working and fucking, fucking and working. Though Goldie started to get a little more anxious as of late; not detrimentally so, but enough that Rocco took notice sometimes. He would see her at the bar watching couples and smiling softly at children as they walked with their parents before looking forlorn. One day, he decided to confront her about it.