[ he's prepared — at least enough to have raised his good arm, the back of his hand against his mouth, so that when Fugo moves his arm he can bite down, muffling the shout of pain that escapes him no matter how much he tries to swallow it down.

his voice is hoarse when he response, ] Seriously? I'd thought we're more or less the same age. I mean, I guess we still are, I'm just a couple years older, but still. [ maybe it's the airs they give — Fugo with his quiet seriousness, and Giorno with his charm and confidence. ]

... thanks. [ for the sling. for all of this. ]