[He can move his arms now: that's good. That's progress towards okay. He thinks. Everything else is moving too quickly around him. ... No. That's not the problem: he's processing everything too slowly, like what Giorno is saying to him or filtering the sounds of--
Someone is in here with them. Briefly, Fugo flinches and curls in tight towards Giorno before it sinks in that what he's hearing is the guy, the bizarrely tall and broad guy, rummaging around in something. Looking for water. For him?]
For me? But, we... [Fugo bows his head and rests it on Giorno's shoulder. They were going to fuck that guy up. Except now they can't, because just thinking is a struggle. And now he's helping?] Why? I just. Need to sit. For a little while. Then, I...
[He's not sure what happens after then. For now, though, he knows he needs just a little more time to clumsily try and pull himself back together again. He's so tired. This is no place to sleep; even knowing that, it's such a struggle to keep his eyes open.]
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Someone is in here with them. Briefly, Fugo flinches and curls in tight towards Giorno before it sinks in that what he's hearing is the guy, the bizarrely tall and broad guy, rummaging around in something. Looking for water. For him?]
For me? But, we... [Fugo bows his head and rests it on Giorno's shoulder. They were going to fuck that guy up. Except now they can't, because just thinking is a struggle. And now he's helping?] Why? I just. Need to sit. For a little while. Then, I...
[He's not sure what happens after then. For now, though, he knows he needs just a little more time to clumsily try and pull himself back together again. He's so tired. This is no place to sleep; even knowing that, it's such a struggle to keep his eyes open.]