"Luciano," Vittorio's hand went to his shoulder. "Luciano, listen to me, per favore."
"You don't understand, Vitto. We're this close. This fucking close!" He continued to ramble.
"No, you need to listen." He decided to speak over him, because it was the only way to get his attention on what he was about to say..
"Vitto–"
"I understand that you're excited about this discovery. I believe you too. Wholeheartedly even. But you're going on and on, and it's not good for you. You barely sleep anymore, or even take breaks. You're always in front of a screen strategizing, or trying to navigate this situation we've found ourselves in. I understand the need to be proactive, but you're not prioritizing your health. This has become an obsession that'll turn dangerous if you don't take a moment and breathe!" His voice raised a little, so he could hear him clearly.
Luciano paused, his forehead marred with wrinkled lines.
