I'll Be Seeing You {RadioDust}

Chapter 41

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Friday, August 3rd, 1923
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The next morning, as he and Anthony had said, Alastor woke up with the plan to meet the Italian at the hotel. 
Amélie had been awfully quiet as she served the two of them breakfast, Alastor asking her if she was to be working that morning; the answer was yes,  she was going into the hospital at around noon and wouldn't be coming home until late in the evening.

It wasn't long before Alastor was arriving at the hotel after the journey into the French Quarter, and was asking at the desk in the lobby if they could call Anthony's room to let him know that he had arrived. They called twice, but both times there was no answer, resulting in the woman at the desk allowing Alastor to go up to Anthony's room himself.  Perhaps he was simply in the bathroom, unable to get to the phone when it had rung.

Climbing the flight of stairs to the third floor where Anthony's room was,  eventually, Alastor found himself stood outside. With a wide grin, what  Alastor thought would have been him simply knocking on the door, was actually him pushing the door open as he went to knock. The door which he had thought was locked, wasn't. In fact, it was barely even closed properly.
This,  of course, made Alastor somewhat suspicious as he slowly stepped into the darkened room, taking note that the curtains were still drawn shut.

"Anthony?" 
Alastor quietly called out, closing the door behind him. But alas, there on the bed, completely sound asleep, was Anthony- mouth hanging open, one arm draped off the side of the bed as he snored tiredly and the same clothes he wore the night before askew. 
A  quiet chuckle escaped Alastor's lips as he observed, taking a seat on the chair in the corner of the room after racking his hat off and set it by the door.

Truth be told, Anthony got in the night before and completely wiped out. He was in the process of changing into his pajamas when he tripped on his own two feet while trying to get his shoes off and fell onto the bed.  From there, he gave up and passed out.
He was so tired that even as Alastor entered the room and called for him,  the blonde continued to snore away with drool on his cheek and pillow.

Alastor waited a few moments in the chair, crossing a leg and quietly tapping his fingers away on the table that was to the left of him. Anthony was still sound asleep, and it didn't seem like he was going to be waking up any time soon. 
"Anthony." 
Alastor called again after a few more moments, a little louder this time only to be met with a small groan in reply, Anthony shifting a little but ultimately still asleep.

Alastor raised a slight brow at the movement that came from the Italian, slowly standing from the chair he was sat in, and wandering over to the side of the bed. 
Perching on the edge of the mattress, he slowly held out a hand, running his fingers gently through Anthony's hair. 
He looked so peaceful while asleep.

A  smile found its way to the corners of Anthony's mouth as his body further relaxed, emitting a content hum as his eyes slowly opened,  looking to the man for a few moments before he adjusted himself so he was on his side and opened his arms to Alastor.

Alastor chuckled again as he spotted Anthony's eyes opening, the man opening his arms in a clear invitation to get closer, and who was Alastor to decline? It was just the two of them, and they didn't have any real plans this morning, or at least for the day. 
Scooting back a little further on the bed, Alastor leaned into Anthony's open arms, reaching up to continue running his fingers through his hair with a  sigh.

Anthony's smile grew, wrapping his arms around the man and gently rubbed his chest in return, that safe and warm feeling coming into play once again.
"Buon giorno cuore mio..."
[Good morning, my heart...]
He mumbled, closing his eyes again so he could start the process of actually waking up.
There were no signs of a hangover this time, so that was nice.