[Not surprising. Not really, not really, not when he knows he means a lot to Fugo, maybe too much — but even if his mind isn't surprised, his heart is shocked. An echo of his own heart clenching ripples back over the Bond, then an echo of that painful relief. With every response Fugo gives that is subtly or overtly surprised at his closeness, Giorno moves closer.]
[And then, Fugo leans against him. Leans his head into his touch, overwhelmed and uncertain but trying. There's an emotion he can't parse that pushes through the Bond to him, something — in the midst of all of the confusion, some certainty. Some willingness to stay, to do this thing in the face of all this unknown.]
[Without hesitation, he loops his arms under Fugo's and around his middle, pulling him close in an awkward but deeply fond embrace. The moment his hands meet behind Fugo's back, he sighs, an audible sound at the same time as the sensation of contentment washes through him. Finally, is what he thinks and what he feels; finally, because right here is where he wanted to be this whole time.]
[He rests his face against Fugo's shoulder. It's burning. He isn't sure why. He's happy, though, so it must be good.]
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[Not surprising. Not really, not really, not when he knows he means a lot to Fugo, maybe too much — but even if his mind isn't surprised, his heart is shocked. An echo of his own heart clenching ripples back over the Bond, then an echo of that painful relief. With every response Fugo gives that is subtly or overtly surprised at his closeness, Giorno moves closer.]
[And then, Fugo leans against him. Leans his head into his touch, overwhelmed and uncertain but trying. There's an emotion he can't parse that pushes through the Bond to him, something — in the midst of all of the confusion, some certainty. Some willingness to stay, to do this thing in the face of all this unknown.]
[Without hesitation, he loops his arms under Fugo's and around his middle, pulling him close in an awkward but deeply fond embrace. The moment his hands meet behind Fugo's back, he sighs, an audible sound at the same time as the sensation of contentment washes through him. Finally, is what he thinks and what he feels; finally, because right here is where he wanted to be this whole time.]
[He rests his face against Fugo's shoulder. It's burning. He isn't sure why. He's happy, though, so it must be good.]