[They're very lucky sinks into Giorno's bones like you did well, which in its turn feels like you are good. He wriggles a little, pleased, before going still and perfect again. He doesn't want to make it difficult for Mettaton to fix his hair.]
[It'll occur to him later that he doesn't want or need anyone's praise, which is definitely true and not a lie at all. Then he'll feel weird about how happy this made him. But that's for later.]
[And then there's this question. Which is so insightful that Giorno twists briefly to look over his shoulder at Mettaton, to gauge his expression, before remembering himself and facing forward again. He likes to be seen, to be known, but sometimes--it's uncomfortable.]
no subject
[It'll occur to him later that he doesn't want or need anyone's praise, which is definitely true and not a lie at all. Then he'll feel weird about how happy this made him. But that's for later.]
[And then there's this question. Which is so insightful that Giorno twists briefly to look over his shoulder at Mettaton, to gauge his expression, before remembering himself and facing forward again. He likes to be seen, to be known, but sometimes--it's uncomfortable.]
. . . Yes. That's how. What--did I give it away?