[ While Alder tries in vain to spit out the stuck tissue paper, Giorno will also be privy to the scene of Steve immediately and brazenly reaching into a fussing, unfamiliar cat mouth to assist in his troubles. Crinklies are for fun, buddy. And driving your caretakers up the wall with repetitive noise. Not food.

Steve holds the moistened paper up triumphantly, about to flick it aside when he catches Giorno's eyes and therefore his "smile." He stops everything he's doing at the thank you and watches him pull out the trinket, naturally wondering where this is all going.

The point, it turns out, is goddamn sappy, and it hits him like whatever the good version of a ton of bricks is. ]

I'm sure there's more to you than just being the Bug Guy, but, I mean... yeah, you're welcome.

[ Remember that bashfulness from a couple moments ago? It's already coming back. Trying to, anyway. He's far more focused on keeping his head up and his attention on his conversation partner this time around. As a result, Steve's brown eyes dance from Giorno's green ones, to his neck, to his chest, and then back up again, never quite pulling all the way awry. ]

Gotta say, I'm really glad I didn't just hand it to you at the door, now.

[ Would've ruined this whole thing, and he'd be none the wiser. ]