[Despite everything Giorno has said so far, despite all the ways he's pressed in close since he fell through the mirror, Fugo does not expect Giorno to hold him. The best he could hope for was a simple lack of rejection-- to not be pushed away, or held at arm's length. But even as he curls forward, Giorno is already moving to hold onto him.]
It isn't strange? It doesn't bother you?
[Shouldn't it? He's being-- selfish, childish, stupid. But Giorno doesn't let him go. Giorno holds on, tightly, tightly, tightly. Giorno's posture is a mirror of his own. They stand together, close, each holding the other up. Slowly, he moves his free under Giorno's arm to hesitantly reach around and loosely cling to his back.]
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It isn't strange? It doesn't bother you?
[Shouldn't it? He's being-- selfish, childish, stupid. But Giorno doesn't let him go. Giorno holds on, tightly, tightly, tightly. Giorno's posture is a mirror of his own. They stand together, close, each holding the other up. Slowly, he moves his free under Giorno's arm to hesitantly reach around and loosely cling to his back.]