[ Alberto cocks a brow at Bruno saying others might say the same of him, but at his next words, Alberto finally connects the dots. Which are like. Two dots. He's not so sharp today, okay. He's had a rough day on zero sleep and too much coffee, so tired he's wired by now. But as the gears upstairs visibly turn, his face suddenly falls, then shifts to a suspicious, wincing-like look at Bruno, his tone taut and drawn out uncomfortably. ]
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Wait— Is... your name— actually Bruno...?