honestly has nothing to do w this pic but this is another certifed 1950 rocco song (and the reason i putted lighting😭) to me so
The light fell cold and rough
on your face, on the stage,
a shot rang out, a scream in the silence,
the portrait on the wall grinned.
Or it happened already, or it only will happen,
either the words, either the echo of the words.
Vito who thought that he was in love with Henry before the can and was so relieved that he didn’t tell Henry because after he meets Henry again he realizes it was just a phase.
carlo looking at himself in the mirror after killing moretti and all he sees is himself as a little boy staring back him in horror at who he’s become yeah
love the thought of clemente being friends with one of henry’s older brothers cuz what if henry had some embarrassing childhood nickname that clemente kept calling him when he started working for him