[Giorno's feelings wash over him, one after the other, the waves of an unknown ocean pulling in and out against the shore of his own mind. The tide is high; Giorno feels a lot, apparently, but it doesn't seem to bother him. He doesn't care about the inherent contradiction between resentment and satisfaction.]
No, as long as we're out, we're going to visit the grocer. [This is, of course, sarcasm. Fugo doesn't intentionally push this towards Giorno, but he'll be able to feel it needling at him, dry and prickly, through the Bond.] Of course we're going home, Giogio. Where else would we go?
[Fugo follows the tug to his hand. He doesn't-- as overwhelmed as he feels, with Giorno's emotions brushing up against his, he doesn't want to be far away from him. His grip on Giorno's hand doesn't get any looser. If they're going to be tangled up like this, he wants to stay close until they sort this out. He's prepared to be very stubborn about it, but-- ... Giorno wants to stay with him, at home, and not go anywhere else. That's all he wants. That's ... all he wants.]
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No, as long as we're out, we're going to visit the grocer. [This is, of course, sarcasm. Fugo doesn't intentionally push this towards Giorno, but he'll be able to feel it needling at him, dry and prickly, through the Bond.] Of course we're going home, Giogio. Where else would we go?
[Fugo follows the tug to his hand. He doesn't-- as overwhelmed as he feels, with Giorno's emotions brushing up against his, he doesn't want to be far away from him. His grip on Giorno's hand doesn't get any looser. If they're going to be tangled up like this, he wants to stay close until they sort this out. He's prepared to be very stubborn about it, but-- ... Giorno wants to stay with him, at home, and not go anywhere else. That's all he wants. That's ... all he wants.]