[Giorno sees you not answering that, Stiles. But he lets it pass, too. Stiles is far too weak for an argument, and the situation not nearly life-threatening enough to push it.]
[He presses his palm against Stiles's forehead, just to check. It's a little paranoid. He knows the fever's gone down; it's not a surprise, because he did it.]
I don't do so well alone. But then again, people don't in general, do they? We're all social creatures in the end. [Whether we want to be or not.] I'm glad you have someone here for you, too, Stiles.
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[Giorno sees you not answering that, Stiles. But he lets it pass, too. Stiles is far too weak for an argument, and the situation not nearly life-threatening enough to push it.]
[He presses his palm against Stiles's forehead, just to check. It's a little paranoid. He knows the fever's gone down; it's not a surprise, because he did it.]
I don't do so well alone. But then again, people don't in general, do they? We're all social creatures in the end. [Whether we want to be or not.] I'm glad you have someone here for you, too, Stiles.