[Souda's observant enough that it's not that surprising he connects the dots. Truthfully, Giorno assumes he already has. It's just . . . Souda's so reluctant to talk about himself, he also assumes he's not interested in bringing up other people's business. Maybe that's too much assumption.]
[But they've never talked about it. Perhaps they never will. He doesn't even consider that the reason Souda looks at him like that is because of what's just happened. In fact, he looks down at himself like maybe he's dropped food on himself or something.]
Um?
[Oh, he's being shoved. He wobbles briefly, then peers at Souda and gives a puzzled smile.]
We did plan to, you know. Do I have something on my face?
[Which, like his flowers, is very recognizable. It's Haruno's face — both of theirs, although the younger boy most recently seen didn't look nearly as healthy as Giorno does now, or as Haruno did in that other world.]
stupid ass gmail still never sent me this notif well you know what gmail? fuck u
[But they've never talked about it. Perhaps they never will. He doesn't even consider that the reason Souda looks at him like that is because of what's just happened. In fact, he looks down at himself like maybe he's dropped food on himself or something.]
Um?
[Oh, he's being shoved. He wobbles briefly, then peers at Souda and gives a puzzled smile.]
We did plan to, you know. Do I have something on my face?
[Which, like his flowers, is very recognizable. It's Haruno's face — both of theirs, although the younger boy most recently seen didn't look nearly as healthy as Giorno does now, or as Haruno did in that other world.]