[He wants to reach out. It's hurting him, actually, not to reach out — to let Fugo walk up the stairs with his shoulders pulled tight and his arms wrapped around himself. But as important as it is to protect Fugo from the world, this is what Fugo has decided he needs to do to make this moment, this conversation, easier: to sequester himself off physically, balancing out, at least in theory, the emotional vulnerability.]
[Giorno can't imagine that that will work. But he owes it to Fugo to give him a chance to try.]
While I understand your point . . . [And it's accurate. As their feet hit the top step, he hesitates, thoughtful. His door is further down the hall, under the eaves. Fugo's is here.] That isn't exactly how friendship works.
[A gentle reminder. If Fugo hears it, which — well, he hopes.]
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[Giorno can't imagine that that will work. But he owes it to Fugo to give him a chance to try.]
While I understand your point . . . [And it's accurate. As their feet hit the top step, he hesitates, thoughtful. His door is further down the hall, under the eaves. Fugo's is here.] That isn't exactly how friendship works.
[A gentle reminder. If Fugo hears it, which — well, he hopes.]