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Gilbert sighed as he stared at Chiara from across the table. She had already been in this awful mood when he arrived at her house and while she opened the door for him with a quick, sharp ‘ciao’, she had not spoken a word since. The only reaction he’d gotten to anything he said or asked was a shrug or the woman simply looked away, but mostly she had ignored him.

Ignoring the awesome that was Gilbert Beilschmidt! He loved the woman, but he really couldn’t stand being ignored. Yet when he said he would take leave since his little brother could really use his help with all the work he had, the small Italian woman had attached herself to his arm and dragged him to the table.

Which brought them to this current state of being absolutely bored, and a little worried he had done something wrong, and looking angry.

The former knight sighed once again. “If you’re not going to talk to me I’m going home.”  Chiara looked at him again but remained silent. Gilbert stood up and continued. “I’m going home and if you hold on to me again I’ll just drag you along.”

She pouted. At least that was another reaction then the ones he had gotten from her today.

Walking past her, she finally spoke up. “There’s a hole in my jacket.”

The man turned around in confusion. “That’s it? The whole silence thing is about a hole in a piece of clothing?”

His girlfriend crossed her arms and refused to look him in the eye. “I really like it.”

“So fix it.”

“I can’t.”

“Have it fixed then.”

“I don’t want people to know I can’t.”

“Really?”

“Of course!”

“You can do that?”

He nodded and as he was handed both the coat and a needle and thread, he set to work.

“You were a knight, why would you know anything about sowing and repairing clothes? “

“Limited resources and clothes had to last. I never forgot the skill, turned out useful during plenty of wars.” After putting in the last stitches, he returned the coat to its owner.

The brunette still didn’t seem happy as she accepted the coat. “Well done.” In fact she looked close to tears.

“What is wrong now?” He didn’t understand what he did wrong.

“I can’t do this!” She looked close to tears as she admitted. “I can’t even get the thread through the eye of the needle. It’s one of those things Feliciana is great at and I’m useless at.”

Ah, so that was what is was all about.

The man wrapped his arms around his woman and hugged her tight.

“You’re the most beautiful and skilled woman I know.” His face turned red, he was still getting used to saying these things to a woman, but she needed this. He knew what it was like the be the second, overlooked representation of an whole country.

The hug was returned and the couple smiled at each other.

“Sure you’re going back already?”

“No. West can deal with the paperwork.”

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@prumano-week prompt needle & thread.