[Fugo isn't sure how he feels. Everything is such a mess. But relieved might be a good start, because this smile is a few steps closer to the one Fugo last saw before he turned a corner and tripped into another universe. A part of him thinks that, maybe, he should try returning it. Ah, but if he did, it would probably wind up looking thin and strange. It's better not to.]
... I'll do my best for you. [When Giorno says we complement each other, it feels like another way of saying we'll meet each other half way. Fugo shifts in place, a little nervous, and then lets his eyes flick back to Giorno. Which is probably a mistake, given how close they are and how sharp Giorno's smile is. But if he can't smile back for Giorno, it would be even worse if he couldn't look him in the eye.] Let's aim for a high percentage.
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... I'll do my best for you. [When Giorno says we complement each other, it feels like another way of saying we'll meet each other half way. Fugo shifts in place, a little nervous, and then lets his eyes flick back to Giorno. Which is probably a mistake, given how close they are and how sharp Giorno's smile is. But if he can't smile back for Giorno, it would be even worse if he couldn't look him in the eye.] Let's aim for a high percentage.