[Trust is such a funny thing. Fugo is never quite sure what to do with it once he has it-- mostly because he knows it isn't reall. If anyone knew what he was really like, no one in their right mind would want him around. It's nice to have while it's there, he supposes. But he never expects it to stay.]

I think that was the moment it started to sink in that Giorno my age. Before that moment, he seemed unknowable-- the kind of person who was untouchable. [With the sling as about as constructed as it gets, he looks up at Stiles.] I'm going to have to adjust your arm to get it in the right position. It's going to hurt.