[It's a relief. All in a rush, Giorno recognizes his own tension, registers it, takes it in and allows it out again, because everything he was worried about is no longer relevant in this moment. His shoulders loosen up and relax, iron spine going flexible and organic again. As Fugo sags forward, he pulls one hand carefully but instinctively out of Fugo's grip to wrap around his mid-back, to steady him — to hold him.]
[That's what he wanted in the first place. He just wants to hold Fugo. To protect him, if he can, but if not, then just to steady him. That's enough. That's all he's asking for.]
[Fingers clenching tight in the back of Fugo's shirt, he squeezes equally tightly to the hand still clasped in his, nodding shaky and overeager as he buries his face in Fugo's shoulder.]
As many as you need.
[Another squeeze. He needed it, too, he realizes belatedly. Holding Fugo up like this makes him feel more steady. Makes it easier to just be. He wants to curl up against Fugo and close his eyes and pretend the rest of this stupid world doesn't exist. This isn't quite that, but — it's close. It helps.]
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[It's a relief. All in a rush, Giorno recognizes his own tension, registers it, takes it in and allows it out again, because everything he was worried about is no longer relevant in this moment. His shoulders loosen up and relax, iron spine going flexible and organic again. As Fugo sags forward, he pulls one hand carefully but instinctively out of Fugo's grip to wrap around his mid-back, to steady him — to hold him.]
[That's what he wanted in the first place. He just wants to hold Fugo. To protect him, if he can, but if not, then just to steady him. That's enough. That's all he's asking for.]
[Fingers clenching tight in the back of Fugo's shirt, he squeezes equally tightly to the hand still clasped in his, nodding shaky and overeager as he buries his face in Fugo's shoulder.]
As many as you need.
[Another squeeze. He needed it, too, he realizes belatedly. Holding Fugo up like this makes him feel more steady. Makes it easier to just be. He wants to curl up against Fugo and close his eyes and pretend the rest of this stupid world doesn't exist. This isn't quite that, but — it's close. It helps.]