[His poor Fugo. So tired, so weary, with so much still to think about himself without being stuck in this place. For the first time, and for Fugo's sake rather than his own, Giorno feels angry with ALASTAIR. How dare they make things harder for Fugo than they need to be? Who has the right?]

[No one.]

[Fugo sags against him, and he responds immediately, his whole body curving to support his weight. Here they are, the two of them, broken in their different ways but upright, mostly. They wouldn't be able to do it on their own.]

[He would rather die than break this sad and fragile trust.]

Thank you, [he murmurs, closing his eyes and curling close against Fugo's neck and shoulder. His fingers still circle, slow and gentle and coaxing.] I trust you, too. I have faith in you. Whatever is yours is mine, here or at home. Nothing is too heavy for us to share.