[There's a long, sad moment when Giorno thinks Fugo isn't going to turn around after all. He's thinking about what to do next. He thinks, if Fugo still doesn't feel all right, it might be best to just go--to say thank-you to Mettaton for the invitation and say he's not feeling well so he and Fugo are going to go. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Certainly no worse than the look on Fugo's face a moment ago.]
[But then Fugo does turn. And--he tweaks Giorno's nose, which makes him gasp, one hand flying up to cover it instinctively. Has anyone ever done that before? He doesn't think so. He knows people do it, it's just never been done to him.]
Oh, [he says, just sort of a general response to--all of this. Fugo existing and being the way he is. He feels warmer than he did a moment ago.] Good. That's really good.
. . . You're mean to other people, sometimes. [Tentatively, he leans into the gentle brush of Fugo's fingers.] But you're nice to me. That makes it more special, I think. That you're so sweet to me.
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[But then Fugo does turn. And--he tweaks Giorno's nose, which makes him gasp, one hand flying up to cover it instinctively. Has anyone ever done that before? He doesn't think so. He knows people do it, it's just never been done to him.]
Oh, [he says, just sort of a general response to--all of this. Fugo existing and being the way he is. He feels warmer than he did a moment ago.] Good. That's really good.
. . . You're mean to other people, sometimes. [Tentatively, he leans into the gentle brush of Fugo's fingers.] But you're nice to me. That makes it more special, I think. That you're so sweet to me.