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...She wonders, if it's Mista. As she presses her forehead against him, that's the only thought she has time and coherency to have before his voice hisses apologies. She doesn't want him to have to—but at the same time, each one sparks another little tearful whimper. Each one, she nuzzles in closer, like she's still a tiger and not the phoenix desperately putting itself back together. ]
Mmm- mm, mmhmm— [ There's nothing she can say, because her tongue's stuck, because her loud, messy tears drown out everything else. She cries like she's never been allowed to, like she's never let herself. With each noise, she nods weakly. Shakily. She wishes she could give him something more concrete, but she's so tired and so—relieved, to just be here, in his arms again.
He's sorry. Her mom never said she was sorry. Her mom just did it again and again, lied and picked her every flaw apart, until even demeaning her was too much of a waste of time and energy. That's not Giorno. She wishes she'd never once had the thought that they could be the same. ]
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...She wonders, if it's Mista. As she presses her forehead against him, that's the only thought she has time and coherency to have before his voice hisses apologies. She doesn't want him to have to—but at the same time, each one sparks another little tearful whimper. Each one, she nuzzles in closer, like she's still a tiger and not the phoenix desperately putting itself back together. ]
Mmm- mm, mmhmm— [ There's nothing she can say, because her tongue's stuck, because her loud, messy tears drown out everything else. She cries like she's never been allowed to, like she's never let herself. With each noise, she nods weakly. Shakily. She wishes she could give him something more concrete, but she's so tired and so—relieved, to just be here, in his arms again.
He's sorry. Her mom never said she was sorry. Her mom just did it again and again, lied and picked her every flaw apart, until even demeaning her was too much of a waste of time and energy. That's not Giorno. She wishes she'd never once had the thought that they could be the same. ]