[That's a relief, anyway. Not a complete relief, but...]
[But Giorno's not going to start anything. And Doppio can stay on separate shifts for the time being. It's going to be tough when the fog rolls in, when he wants all hands on deck, but it's a start.]
[He wraps the bandage quickly around his own head. Once he's got one loop around, and he can take his hand away from his eye without it falling out, it's pretty easy. As he works, he looks up at Giorno with the other eye.]
Yeah. His boss. I know. Met him a while ago.
[Or a version of him, anyway. Not that he would recognise Diavolo if he fell over him - as far as he's concerned, Doppio's "Boss" is a tall man in a fedora whose face was unclear and made Hawkeye's brain hurt to look at.]
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[But Giorno's not going to start anything. And Doppio can stay on separate shifts for the time being. It's going to be tough when the fog rolls in, when he wants all hands on deck, but it's a start.]
[He wraps the bandage quickly around his own head. Once he's got one loop around, and he can take his hand away from his eye without it falling out, it's pretty easy. As he works, he looks up at Giorno with the other eye.]
Yeah. His boss. I know. Met him a while ago.
[Or a version of him, anyway. Not that he would recognise Diavolo if he fell over him - as far as he's concerned, Doppio's "Boss" is a tall man in a fedora whose face was unclear and made Hawkeye's brain hurt to look at.]
When have you ever known me not to be careful?
...Don't answer that.