Artificial light bathing him in a soft glow, Gio Romano, white shirt sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his feet bare, his pants pitch black, could have very easily been mistaken for a painting done by a talented artist. But the man in question did not know how he looked in that moment. And even if he had, he would not have cared.
His sole focus was on the pieces of paper before him. Ever since the conversation with Elle, Gio had actively cut down on the number of hours he wore the hearing aids. He was no longer pushing himself by wearing them for around eight hours straight. In fact he was currently doing three hours a day with the hearing aids on, and it was doing wonders for him.