[Okay, this ... is happening. It's awful and objectively frightening in a way that losing his footing in this escape wasn't, because he's more afraid of losing Giorno than he is of hurting himself or even hurting any of these unfortunate people who had the bad luck of getting infected with a virus that made them lose their minds. But it's happening, and-- now that he's got a chance to think, he rationally realizes that it would be disastrous at this point if he managed to break free. He'd fall and, honestly, he's not sure if he can get up and go again. Like it or not (and he does not like it) he'll have to trust, for the time being, that he's being hauled off to a safe spot.]
Slow down--! [Instead of pushing, Fugo's fingers insistently find and tug on Joseph's shirt to try and get his attention. He can't see Giorno from here, doesn't realize that he's already acting to keep himself tethered to Joseph.] He can't keep up!
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Slow down--! [Instead of pushing, Fugo's fingers insistently find and tug on Joseph's shirt to try and get his attention. He can't see Giorno from here, doesn't realize that he's already acting to keep himself tethered to Joseph.] He can't keep up!