[Mista has gotten to experience on a literal level what it's like to be Trish Una. She has gotten to endure his hairy knuckles and odor in return, and there's just no coming back from that. Specifically, that she'd gotten fond of those things without realizing, and then it was only natural.
That's just how Mista works! He just happens, and it's wonderful and stupid and brilliant.
As for Giorno...he's always been more subtle until he wasn't. Like a man showing off a card trick, prompting you to watch the cards until there weren't any cards, and his fist was connecting with your jaw. That's what it felt like. A consistent pattern, and yet somehow it was surprising every time.
It's surprising now.
She's been...avoiding making him feel like he has to explain himself. She's the one on trial, not him.
And maybe what he did was wrong to her, but it was...ultimately right to do? If her role was to be a failsafe, then maybe...telling her that would have been a mistake. When she thinks about it, if he'd been frank from the beginning about why he wanted her there...she wonders if she would have been able to do it with the looming pressure. The immediate sense that something was wrong.
It's too hard to say now, but there's a nuance there she didn't consider. But from the sounds of it, Giorno hadn't either. He'd simply been ready to count on her, and it all comes back to why he would think that. But he trusts her. She did something for the gang, and that was enough to earn his trust.
She...
She's a hypocrite, isn't she? Bristling at Giorno for daring to trust her, when she'd trusted him -- from the moment he picked her up in his hearse-car -- to always be prepared. To be the invincible Giorno Giovanna.
But he never was, and then she got to see that for herself. She got to see him, stricken and lost, and he...listened to her. He bucked against her words, but he listened to her.
But he also brought his walls up, because she hurt him too. It's a weird situation then, isn't it? He felt like there was something with merit in her words, but they were words that cut and bled and what was he supposed to do with that?
And she assumed he was sulking, when his cool distance never changed. Haruno demonstrated that same distance, too, but he never risked getting close. Not once.
Because it hurts.
He hid in plain sight as Giorno, but she didn't notice he had been hiding at all until she found Haruno nestled under the piano that day.
His posture is cramped, small, even now. Like he wants to hide all over again.
She studies him for a beat, taking in his words, silent and patient. And then she looks down, taps her nails on the rim of her cup, tracing the lip of it in one smooth motion.]
I wouldn't mind, Giorno. It's why I'm here.
[Trish tips her head up again, her expression kept carefully inscrutable, her eyes taking in the boy before her. This is...Giorno Giovanna. Not the Giorno Giovanna of Passione, but the gentle boy who likes bugs and wants to care so much it aches.]
But I'll only accept it if it's what you really want to do. I can't promise it will fix everything, but...it would be a start, wouldn't it?
[Because he was wrong. They're similar, but they're different enough. And pretending that difference wasn't so big was a mistake on both their parts.]
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That's just how Mista works! He just happens, and it's wonderful and stupid and brilliant.
As for Giorno...he's always been more subtle until he wasn't. Like a man showing off a card trick, prompting you to watch the cards until there weren't any cards, and his fist was connecting with your jaw. That's what it felt like. A consistent pattern, and yet somehow it was surprising every time.
It's surprising now.
She's been...avoiding making him feel like he has to explain himself. She's the one on trial, not him.
And maybe what he did was wrong to her, but it was...ultimately right to do? If her role was to be a failsafe, then maybe...telling her that would have been a mistake. When she thinks about it, if he'd been frank from the beginning about why he wanted her there...she wonders if she would have been able to do it with the looming pressure. The immediate sense that something was wrong.
It's too hard to say now, but there's a nuance there she didn't consider. But from the sounds of it, Giorno hadn't either. He'd simply been ready to count on her, and it all comes back to why he would think that. But he trusts her. She did something for the gang, and that was enough to earn his trust.
She...
She's a hypocrite, isn't she? Bristling at Giorno for daring to trust her, when she'd trusted him -- from the moment he picked her up in his hearse-car -- to always be prepared. To be the invincible Giorno Giovanna.
But he never was, and then she got to see that for herself. She got to see him, stricken and lost, and he...listened to her. He bucked against her words, but he listened to her.
But he also brought his walls up, because she hurt him too. It's a weird situation then, isn't it? He felt like there was something with merit in her words, but they were words that cut and bled and what was he supposed to do with that?
And she assumed he was sulking, when his cool distance never changed. Haruno demonstrated that same distance, too, but he never risked getting close. Not once.
Because it hurts.
He hid in plain sight as Giorno, but she didn't notice he had been hiding at all until she found Haruno nestled under the piano that day.
His posture is cramped, small, even now. Like he wants to hide all over again.
She studies him for a beat, taking in his words, silent and patient. And then she looks down, taps her nails on the rim of her cup, tracing the lip of it in one smooth motion.]
I wouldn't mind, Giorno. It's why I'm here.
[Trish tips her head up again, her expression kept carefully inscrutable, her eyes taking in the boy before her. This is...Giorno Giovanna. Not the Giorno Giovanna of Passione, but the gentle boy who likes bugs and wants to care so much it aches.]
But I'll only accept it if it's what you really want to do. I can't promise it will fix everything, but...it would be a start, wouldn't it?
[Because he was wrong. They're similar, but they're different enough. And pretending that difference wasn't so big was a mistake on both their parts.]