Mm.

[It's not quite a surefire assent, but--he has to take a minute to clarify. He doesn't even need to look at Fugo directly to know he's frowning. Genuinely upset. That's Bruno's fingerprints all over them, he thinks, and it's funny in that thinking about Bruno is a little less painful with Fugo here beside him than it was on his own.]

[That wound isn't ever going to heal, anyway. If this is a safe place to reopen it . . . why not let it ooze?]

At least one. I don't know for sure, but--I do think I'm right. It was very unsettling. I . . . think I understand him better now. I don't believe he's lying. But he expects--

[Giorno's fingers flex, frustrated, against Fugo's shirt.]

Openness. Trust. Honesty. Care. As though they're rights, not things to be earned and guarded. I've never understood that.