[Trish takes those first words, breathes them in, lets them filter through her chest, breathing them back out to disperse into the air around them.
Because she agrees. It wasn't enjoyable to be treated coolly, but it was maddening waking up one day and confronting the fact that it wasn't going to end by virtue of time, because it wasn't just a "stupid fight", like she thought. There was an uncharitable part of her assumed that the reason Giorno didn't go exact vengeance like he wanted was because everything hinged on whether or not Steve came back. As was promised, Steve did, and Giorno was okay.
Except he wasn't, not at all.
But more than any pain they've inflicted on one another...he wants to know her. And she wants to know him, too. Part of her still worries that doing so could only mean disappointment...but they don't have to be close, she thinks. Just being allowed to see the part of him he wanted to share, the part he showed off willingly until she pried at it, cracked it...maybe she can't be delicate for him, but she can try to understand. He's giving her that chance.
So she watches him, watches him tuck his chin, watches him search for the words he wants. Trish wishes she could help him, say something to prompt a good starting point, but she knows where this is going even less than he does.
Admittedly she's a little confused too, because Giorno is cutting words from a cloth she can't see, piecing them together and pulling them apart again when they don't quite match the way he wants them to. One time, he was called Haruno like he was the week before, but that Haruno was not miserable. However, Giorno...didn't like that, and told Riley as much, and she understood. She thinks? And he was mad at Riley somewhere in there.
Trish furrows her brows.
It's interesting to know he didn't enjoy that life though. She had the impression whatever he saw then, he liked, because Riley mentioned how he must be so happy to have someone from his home here. That he must be doing...better? Because she was in that reality too, in some way, enough that Riley recalled her being there.
She almost says "if you mean to say you're good at confusing me then yes, you're exactly like Riley" because Riley seemed uncomfortable in her own skin all the time in ways Trish still can't comprehend, can't divine. Giorno seemed to radiate confidence, but then Haruno peeked out of that shell and it became apparent Giorno was so uncomfortable in his old skin he cast it aside almost entirely. Trading black hair for blond. It makes her nervous to see him curl up too, but if it's for his comfort, she won't complain.
He hesitates then, and she tilts her head, puzzled.]
You'll...have to allow me some questions, probably after you're done. I just want to be sure I understand.
[Though...]
It's possible I won't be able to right away. Don't let that discourage you. Sometimes I like to let something settle, think on it then. [she twists her hand, pats the air for emphasis] And then I'll turn it over, think on it again, and so on.
[If she gives herself time to consider the different angles, she can conceptualize it better. Whatever it is he's about to say. She hopes she can, anyway.]
Explain however you like, and we'll figure it out together.
im so fucked up thank you
Because she agrees. It wasn't enjoyable to be treated coolly, but it was maddening waking up one day and confronting the fact that it wasn't going to end by virtue of time, because it wasn't just a "stupid fight", like she thought. There was an uncharitable part of her assumed that the reason Giorno didn't go exact vengeance like he wanted was because everything hinged on whether or not Steve came back. As was promised, Steve did, and Giorno was okay.
Except he wasn't, not at all.
But more than any pain they've inflicted on one another...he wants to know her. And she wants to know him, too. Part of her still worries that doing so could only mean disappointment...but they don't have to be close, she thinks. Just being allowed to see the part of him he wanted to share, the part he showed off willingly until she pried at it, cracked it...maybe she can't be delicate for him, but she can try to understand. He's giving her that chance.
So she watches him, watches him tuck his chin, watches him search for the words he wants. Trish wishes she could help him, say something to prompt a good starting point, but she knows where this is going even less than he does.
Admittedly she's a little confused too, because Giorno is cutting words from a cloth she can't see, piecing them together and pulling them apart again when they don't quite match the way he wants them to. One time, he was called Haruno like he was the week before, but that Haruno was not miserable. However, Giorno...didn't like that, and told Riley as much, and she understood. She thinks? And he was mad at Riley somewhere in there.
Trish furrows her brows.
It's interesting to know he didn't enjoy that life though. She had the impression whatever he saw then, he liked, because Riley mentioned how he must be so happy to have someone from his home here. That he must be doing...better? Because she was in that reality too, in some way, enough that Riley recalled her being there.
She almost says "if you mean to say you're good at confusing me then yes, you're exactly like Riley" because Riley seemed uncomfortable in her own skin all the time in ways Trish still can't comprehend, can't divine. Giorno seemed to radiate confidence, but then Haruno peeked out of that shell and it became apparent Giorno was so uncomfortable in his old skin he cast it aside almost entirely. Trading black hair for blond. It makes her nervous to see him curl up too, but if it's for his comfort, she won't complain.
He hesitates then, and she tilts her head, puzzled.]
You'll...have to allow me some questions, probably after you're done. I just want to be sure I understand.
[Though...]
It's possible I won't be able to right away. Don't let that discourage you. Sometimes I like to let something settle, think on it then. [she twists her hand, pats the air for emphasis] And then I'll turn it over, think on it again, and so on.
[If she gives herself time to consider the different angles, she can conceptualize it better. Whatever it is he's about to say. She hopes she can, anyway.]
Explain however you like, and we'll figure it out together.