[Oh. That's . . . nice. It's something he knows, but it's also something he's missed hearing--and more than that, something he's missed people understanding. It shocks him how warm it makes him feel--how important it is to be understood. He'd already forgotten a little, after just a couple of months, because--it's so typical. So standard. Status quo, to stand removed from everyone else.]
[Turning, he lifts his head and looks at Fugo. Fugo, who believes in him without hesitation or even the slightest inkling of doubt. Fugo, who understands exactly how dangerous he is and admires him for it, who sees it as an intrinsic part of who he is.]
[They're very close. So Fugo will be able to see, in great detail, the precise transition between wonder and the small, warm smile that Giorno's expression resolves into.]
That's true, isn't it. Mmhm. You're right as always.
[It means thank you, and also, I missed you so much.]
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[Turning, he lifts his head and looks at Fugo. Fugo, who believes in him without hesitation or even the slightest inkling of doubt. Fugo, who understands exactly how dangerous he is and admires him for it, who sees it as an intrinsic part of who he is.]
[They're very close. So Fugo will be able to see, in great detail, the precise transition between wonder and the small, warm smile that Giorno's expression resolves into.]
That's true, isn't it. Mmhm. You're right as always.
[It means thank you, and also, I missed you so much.]