[Trish doesn’t smile anywhere in this process, but slowly, Giorno begins to. It’s a fits-and-starts sort of smile, one that takes a long time to fully bloom. There’s a growth spurt when she starts talking about shards, and what they’re talking about in this moment being an important component of where they will go from here.]
[He nods. Yes. He agrees with that. The scars on bones from breaks are significant to their strength in the future. His own concerns about imperfection and invulnerability — and hers, it seems, although precise confirmation isn’t forthcoming and honestly doesn't need to be — are what caused this whole mess. They can both stand to wear the scars they’ve inflicted on the space between them while they heal. Someday, they’ll be so faint as to be unnoticeable.]
[His lips turn down slightly at the corners when he sees her shoulders shaking, then up again when he realizes she’s laughing. When he smiles, his eyes turn up at the corners; sometimes even when he isn’t smiling with his mouth, when he’s trying to pretend he’s not smiling at all, his eyes betray him. They’re doing it right now.]
[They really don’t know the first thing about each other. But it’s like Trish said. I would do anything for him. Absolutely anything.]
[It goes both ways.]
Oh. Without question. We’re very terrible at this.
[Mouth twitching, he gives in and grins at her, huffing out a breath that sounds suspiciously like laughter.]
Would you believe me if I said green? And to be fair, you haven’t told me yours either. My favorite food is chocolate pudding. My favorite musician is Prince. I read biology textbooks for fun, and I’m not very good at math. I’ve read Les Miserables cover to cover five times. My hair is something I saw on a Thierry Mugler model from 1992.
Is that somewhere to start? A few building blocks, at least. I think it’s going to be messy by default, if all of that is part of it.
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[He nods. Yes. He agrees with that. The scars on bones from breaks are significant to their strength in the future. His own concerns about imperfection and invulnerability — and hers, it seems, although precise confirmation isn’t forthcoming and honestly doesn't need to be — are what caused this whole mess. They can both stand to wear the scars they’ve inflicted on the space between them while they heal. Someday, they’ll be so faint as to be unnoticeable.]
[His lips turn down slightly at the corners when he sees her shoulders shaking, then up again when he realizes she’s laughing. When he smiles, his eyes turn up at the corners; sometimes even when he isn’t smiling with his mouth, when he’s trying to pretend he’s not smiling at all, his eyes betray him. They’re doing it right now.]
[They really don’t know the first thing about each other. But it’s like Trish said. I would do anything for him. Absolutely anything.]
[It goes both ways.]
Oh. Without question. We’re very terrible at this.
[Mouth twitching, he gives in and grins at her, huffing out a breath that sounds suspiciously like laughter.]
Would you believe me if I said green? And to be fair, you haven’t told me yours either. My favorite food is chocolate pudding. My favorite musician is Prince. I read biology textbooks for fun, and I’m not very good at math. I’ve read Les Miserables cover to cover five times. My hair is something I saw on a Thierry Mugler model from 1992.
Is that somewhere to start? A few building blocks, at least. I think it’s going to be messy by default, if all of that is part of it.