[Giorno shakes his head mutely, watching Wylan with care. It hurts a bit that Wylan expects that people are . . . telling his secrets. Or is it that he wanted other people to know, that it might be easier that way? Giorno's not sure, but either way, he didn't know, and he's glad of that. He's glad Fugo, who almost certainly knew--Fugo who's easy to confide in, for a certain type of person--didn't tell him. It makes him happy, in a way that has nothing to do with the needs of hierarchy and everything to do with pride in a friend.]

You hide it well. And people care for your secrets. I'll try not to meddle now that I do, though.

[Sort of a joke, sort of not. He does tend to meddle.]

Hm. [Giorno rests his elbow on the table, chin in his hand, considering.] Easy one first: I do think they're home if they can possibly manage it. I can't imagine Kaz staying here a moment longer than he needs to, not when Inez needs him.

[Her name is Inez, Giorno remembers, and laughs a little at how bad Kaz is at spite.]

As for fathers . . . I don't know. Is it something you want to run, or something you feel you have to?