[Before he does anything else, before he even works out what he thinks or wants to do, Giorno moves closer. And because of the Bond, he'll feel for the first time the way Fugo's heart clenches as Giorno's fingers gently pull through his hair. Before he says a word, Giorno will be able to feel the painful ache of relief in Fugo's chest. Because instead of pulling away, even though his thoughts are so ugly, Giorno moved closer.
It means a lot to him. So much that, for a while, he can't speak. He sits in silence, shoulders trembling, before moving to kean into Giorno's touch. It feels right. He doesn't have to say anything right now. This is what's important, isn't it? Just this. Being close.]
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[Before he does anything else, before he even works out what he thinks or wants to do, Giorno moves closer. And because of the Bond, he'll feel for the first time the way Fugo's heart clenches as Giorno's fingers gently pull through his hair. Before he says a word, Giorno will be able to feel the painful ache of relief in Fugo's chest. Because instead of pulling away, even though his thoughts are so ugly, Giorno moved closer.
It means a lot to him. So much that, for a while, he can't speak. He sits in silence, shoulders trembling, before moving to kean into Giorno's touch. It feels right. He doesn't have to say anything right now. This is what's important, isn't it? Just this. Being close.]