[His expression softens. He doesn't mean for it to. He wants to be strong and get them through this, but he can feel himself fraying at the edges. Everything needs to fall into place and start making sense, so he can push it forward onto Fugo in terms he'll understand. He has to lead for Fugo, but this man--]
[He's not much of a man, is he? He isn't really that old. What is he doing? What's his game, what does he want, everyone wants something. He can't be playing some kind of long game, he's simply not intelligent enough.]
[Giorno doesn't mean to go as soft as he does, or as vulnerable-looking. He doesn't mean to curl his hand protectively around the back of Fugo's neck, but he does that too.]
Come sit down over here. Just sit on the floor, okay? We'll find a chair later.
[He schools his expression instinctively and draws Fugo away from the nowhere-in-the-middle-of-everything they were standing, pushing them behind a shelf. Before they disappear from view entirely and Giorno starts ushering Fugo to sit down on the floor, and after a moment of hesitation, he waves vaguely after Joseph to signal where they're going.]
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[He's not much of a man, is he? He isn't really that old. What is he doing? What's his game, what does he want, everyone wants something. He can't be playing some kind of long game, he's simply not intelligent enough.]
[Giorno doesn't mean to go as soft as he does, or as vulnerable-looking. He doesn't mean to curl his hand protectively around the back of Fugo's neck, but he does that too.]
Come sit down over here. Just sit on the floor, okay? We'll find a chair later.
[He schools his expression instinctively and draws Fugo away from the nowhere-in-the-middle-of-everything they were standing, pushing them behind a shelf. Before they disappear from view entirely and Giorno starts ushering Fugo to sit down on the floor, and after a moment of hesitation, he waves vaguely after Joseph to signal where they're going.]