[Something happens, then. Fugo's expression goes all funny, the way it does when he's thinking something through, when he's solving a problem. Giorno wonders what problem it is he's trying to solve right now. Something about Giorno himself, maybe? But he hopes not. He'd hate to be a problem that needs solving. Those days are supposed to be over.]
[He lets quiet settle between them, though, because really: he isn't afraid. He's just curious, gently and naggingly curious. After a bit, though, he presses his cheek more firmly against Fugo's fingers, wanting to know--no. Wanting his attention, really; he can be honest in the privacy of his own head.]
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[Something happens, then. Fugo's expression goes all funny, the way it does when he's thinking something through, when he's solving a problem. Giorno wonders what problem it is he's trying to solve right now. Something about Giorno himself, maybe? But he hopes not. He'd hate to be a problem that needs solving. Those days are supposed to be over.]
[He lets quiet settle between them, though, because really: he isn't afraid. He's just curious, gently and naggingly curious. After a bit, though, he presses his cheek more firmly against Fugo's fingers, wanting to know--no. Wanting his attention, really; he can be honest in the privacy of his own head.]
Everything all right in there?