** Prompt: the song (Kiss w/ a fist by Florence and the Machine) **

Antonio slid into the bar, his shoulders hunched and his coat pulled  up over his face. The bar stool looked welcoming. With only a little bit of difficulty, he hopped up onto it.

And he really really hoped Frannie wasn't working tonight...

"Just a beer, gracias," he said softly.

"Toni!" Just his luck. "Bonjour, mon ami~ What're you doing here by yourself, hm~?"

"Just here for a drink, Frannie."

His best friend for-god-knows-how-long propped his elbows up onto the bar counter. "Antonio," he said solemnly. "What happened?"

Toni grimaced. "...Lovi and I got into a fight." He admitted. Then he pulled the hood of his jacket off.

The bruise around his eye was red and purple and ugly, clashing horribly with his bloodshot green eyes. Francis made a shocked, choked noise.

"Antonio." He said desperately. "Come stay with us for a little while-- Arthur and the kids won't mind-- Just to wait for him to calm down--"

"Frannie, no. 'M fine, really." Antonio insisted. He propped his chin up in his hands gingerly; Francis noticed his knuckles were scraped and bloody too. Lovino Vargas must be hurt as well, he thought. "I have to go home to make sure he's all right."

He smiled his bruised, loyal smile. And Francis hated that smile right now.