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yeah
i bet
[That isn't meant cruelly, but rather empathizing: he's sure Giorno did want that. Who wouldn't?]
i didnt know he had kids back home
we never even thought to look around for them
dont take this the wrong way giorno but i kind of thought he wouldnt allow there to be any kids
or if there were theyd be raised by him
i bet
[That isn't meant cruelly, but rather empathizing: he's sure Giorno did want that. Who wouldn't?]
i didnt know he had kids back home
we never even thought to look around for them
dont take this the wrong way giorno but i kind of thought he wouldnt allow there to be any kids
or if there were theyd be raised by him
i don't think anyone would take offense to that
why would he, what would be the benefit
when i learned more i just thought he'd see me as a threat, if anything, or something to be used
i never understood why he wanted my mother to keep me
maybe he just hated her that much
why would he, what would be the benefit
when i learned more i just thought he'd see me as a threat, if anything, or something to be used
i never understood why he wanted my mother to keep me
maybe he just hated her that much
I'm alone. He
He left behind a note. I don't know why it didn't matter if he did or not.
[There's a long pause between the messages. He just woke up an hour ago and now that he's alone the weight of everything that happened is finally hitting him.]
Can I see you?
He left behind a note. I don't know why it didn't matter if he did or not.
[There's a long pause between the messages. He just woke up an hour ago and now that he's alone the weight of everything that happened is finally hitting him.]
Can I see you?
All right. I'm coming right now. I love you.
[Which is true. He runs the whole way, arrives breathless. He has a key but he knocks all the same, waiting to be let in, because if he knows anything about Dio he knows he'll need it.]
It's me. It's Giorno.
[Which is true. He runs the whole way, arrives breathless. He has a key but he knocks all the same, waiting to be let in, because if he knows anything about Dio he knows he'll need it.]
It's me. It's Giorno.
[His fingers hover over the keys I love you too, but instead he stares down at an empty message box. As he sits on the couch, legs pulled up to his chest and still rumpled from sleep he feels uncharacteristically lost. Everything is coming back now at full force, having pushed down any rising feelings of discomfort and agitation during his time spent with Polnareff.
He doesn't know what to do and he admits to himself that he can't trust himself to be alone.
When he hears the knock at the door he realizes he's been staring at the watch the entire time. His heart skips a beat hearing Giorno's voice and for a breath moment just leaving the couch feels like a herculean effort all on its own - but he does it to open the door for him.
His stomach is in knots and his throat is tight. Dio looks up at him.]
I messed up.
He doesn't know what to do and he admits to himself that he can't trust himself to be alone.
When he hears the knock at the door he realizes he's been staring at the watch the entire time. His heart skips a beat hearing Giorno's voice and for a breath moment just leaving the couch feels like a herculean effort all on its own - but he does it to open the door for him.
His stomach is in knots and his throat is tight. Dio looks up at him.]
I messed up.
It's all right.
[That, first and foremost. I messed up changes things, he knows, they both know, but it doesn't change everything. He still loves Dio more than anything. He will still protect Dio if that's what it comes down to. Dio is his famiglia.]
[He keeps his hands at his sides, but it's an effort.]
No matter what, I'm here, Dio. Please believe that.
I would very much like to hold you if I can. But if not, I understand.
[That, first and foremost. I messed up changes things, he knows, they both know, but it doesn't change everything. He still loves Dio more than anything. He will still protect Dio if that's what it comes down to. Dio is his famiglia.]
[He keeps his hands at his sides, but it's an effort.]
No matter what, I'm here, Dio. Please believe that.
I would very much like to hold you if I can. But if not, I understand.
[He nods slowly, eyes falling to the floor. It was hard to bring the words out as he bites down on his lower lip to stop it from trembling. Instead of saying anything he takes a small step forward to lean against Giorno, a silent acceptance to Giorno's questioning offer.
His shoulders are stiff, not from the contact, but from keeping himself from breaking down into some even sadder state. He speaks again and his voice is quiet.]
He knows. He knows and it's because I messed up, I- [A choke.] He knows and I don't know what to do.
His shoulders are stiff, not from the contact, but from keeping himself from breaking down into some even sadder state. He speaks again and his voice is quiet.]
He knows. He knows and it's because I messed up, I- [A choke.] He knows and I don't know what to do.
maybe he wanted to see what would happen
[He sighs and glances down at Dio.]
when all this is over you and me should start bringing him some meals
theres not much here
i mean theres not much at home but theres REALLY not a lot here
[He sighs and glances down at Dio.]
when all this is over you and me should start bringing him some meals
theres not much here
i mean theres not much at home but theres REALLY not a lot here
im not saying like let's go and start meals on wheels im just saying the kids just got a can of spaghetti and some oats
[Dio had eaten most of the spaghetti, too. It wasn't as if a dinky can would have done Polnareff much good-- four of them, maybe.]
i dont
im not trying to get in your way or anything
after this me and him probably wont see much of each other
but if i think of him as a kid its easier
[Dio had eaten most of the spaghetti, too. It wasn't as if a dinky can would have done Polnareff much good-- four of them, maybe.]
i dont
im not trying to get in your way or anything
after this me and him probably wont see much of each other
but if i think of him as a kid its easier
[Dio is there, is close, and in some ways that's the most comfort he could get for himself, too. Dio leaning against him means that it's still true, that even when he feels the worst Dio still takes comfort in this particular brand of physical affection.]
[It makes Giorno's heart ache, and he wraps his arms around Dio right away, holding him close and kissing the top of his head, eyes closed just for a moment as he reassures himself that Dio is here, safe, at least on the outside.]
Tell me what he knows, passerotto.
[It makes Giorno's heart ache, and he wraps his arms around Dio right away, holding him close and kissing the top of his head, eyes closed just for a moment as he reassures himself that Dio is here, safe, at least on the outside.]
Tell me what he knows, passerotto.
yeah join the club
[That was kind of mean, he thinks belatedly.]
i dont know
at least tonight nothing is going to happen
either to him or me
and tomorrow i guess well see what happens
maybe ill just go back to avoiding him
[That was kind of mean, he thinks belatedly.]
i dont know
at least tonight nothing is going to happen
either to him or me
and tomorrow i guess well see what happens
maybe ill just go back to avoiding him
[--wait.]
thats not what i meant
i just meant youre not the only one scared
not by a long shot
thats not what i meant
i just meant youre not the only one scared
not by a long shot
[A long pause, then. He almost doesn't reply, because he's exhausted and hungry and he doesn't want to do this, not now, not with Giorno.]
what exactly are you afraid might happen
what exactly are you afraid might happen
what the hell is that supposed to mean
[He's never seen this side of Giorno before. Shocking doesn't begin to cover it. This is Giorno cold and removed, someone so distant it's as if he's talking to someone else entirely.]
you know if you were worried i was going to kill him you only had to say
[He's never seen this side of Giorno before. Shocking doesn't begin to cover it. This is Giorno cold and removed, someone so distant it's as if he's talking to someone else entirely.]
you know if you were worried i was going to kill him you only had to say
frankly that's the least of my worries
i don't believe you would at least not on purpose
i believe you want to
i believe all of you want to
i believe his presence here affects all of you every day
i believe your presence here affects him every day
i believe he is afraid every day that he will be killed and i believe that all of you are afraid of the same thing
i believe that one day someone will be too frightened and in too much pain to keep from hurting someone else
i don't believe it will be you
i believe that everyone is struggling all the time
i believe that you and jotaro represent everything that he fears
i believe the fact that you don't represent that to me is a series of lucky coincidences
what i believe to be most likely is that something will happen that will cause all of you to decide that he is no longer an acceptable presence in your lives
you will want him removed
perhaps not killed, but elsewhere
an understandable impulse, to be sure, but one that will create precisely what you fear
and yet to you there won't be another option
there are a thousand roads to that outcome
there is only one road to unity
if you think i protect him because i love him, you're right
but don't assume that that's the only reason
i don't believe you would at least not on purpose
i believe you want to
i believe all of you want to
i believe his presence here affects all of you every day
i believe your presence here affects him every day
i believe he is afraid every day that he will be killed and i believe that all of you are afraid of the same thing
i believe that one day someone will be too frightened and in too much pain to keep from hurting someone else
i don't believe it will be you
i believe that everyone is struggling all the time
i believe that you and jotaro represent everything that he fears
i believe the fact that you don't represent that to me is a series of lucky coincidences
what i believe to be most likely is that something will happen that will cause all of you to decide that he is no longer an acceptable presence in your lives
you will want him removed
perhaps not killed, but elsewhere
an understandable impulse, to be sure, but one that will create precisely what you fear
and yet to you there won't be another option
there are a thousand roads to that outcome
there is only one road to unity
if you think i protect him because i love him, you're right
but don't assume that that's the only reason
[Well. That shut him up.
The thing is, none of it is wrong. Giorno is absolutely right, from the top of that message down to the very last period. Wasn't that his and Jotaro's very first conversation? What are we going to do about Dio, and all the subtle threats implied therein. If Jotaro had ordered them to attack, he--
He might have. He's not sure. But the very fact that he isn't sure says a lot.
He studies all that for a while. Long enough that Giorno would be forgiven for thinking he's being ignored, or that Polnareff fell asleep. But he isn't and he hasn't. He stares at the message for a long time, and then he stares at the kid still asleep by his side. And for once in his life, he thinks.]
all right
[Two words. Very tired, and very wrung out, and very much an acquiesce.]
The thing is, none of it is wrong. Giorno is absolutely right, from the top of that message down to the very last period. Wasn't that his and Jotaro's very first conversation? What are we going to do about Dio, and all the subtle threats implied therein. If Jotaro had ordered them to attack, he--
He might have. He's not sure. But the very fact that he isn't sure says a lot.
He studies all that for a while. Long enough that Giorno would be forgiven for thinking he's being ignored, or that Polnareff fell asleep. But he isn't and he hasn't. He stares at the message for a long time, and then he stares at the kid still asleep by his side. And for once in his life, he thinks.]
all right
[Two words. Very tired, and very wrung out, and very much an acquiesce.]
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