[It's not exactly that he seems stupid. There's always that kneejerk expectation; it's not that Giorno gets defensive, it's just that . . . he's never, before here, had the opportunity to explain this to someone who actually wanted to understand. Either people understood, or they didn't care either way, or they didn't understand but weren't worth wasting breath on. So he gets irritated and doesn't want to explain, holds himself back and pushes away and lets them be uncomfortable if they want to.]
[But Polnareff's not like that. He has to remind himself: Polnareff wants to understand. He wants to know, because Polnareff loves him, wants to treat him right, to take care of him. He wants to know, not because he wants to make himself feel more comfortable but because he knows it's important. That's not a waste of breath. And he can't explain forever, but he can try. Maybe in bits and pieces, but he is a good teacher.]
[So he hums thoughtfully and takes a moment to consider the question, which is a good one, really, better than it could be.]
It's really just a feeling. Obviously in some settings I'm expected to dress in a certain way, and for the most part I make . . . at least some concessions to those expectations. But overall, it's . . .
Hm, there's not really a pattern. Sometimes I feel different every day, sometimes I go weeks feeling the same. Maybe you could say . . . it's a bit like deciding what kind of music you want to listen to on a given day. It's just a feeling that you have to match.
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[But Polnareff's not like that. He has to remind himself: Polnareff wants to understand. He wants to know, because Polnareff loves him, wants to treat him right, to take care of him. He wants to know, not because he wants to make himself feel more comfortable but because he knows it's important. That's not a waste of breath. And he can't explain forever, but he can try. Maybe in bits and pieces, but he is a good teacher.]
[So he hums thoughtfully and takes a moment to consider the question, which is a good one, really, better than it could be.]
It's really just a feeling. Obviously in some settings I'm expected to dress in a certain way, and for the most part I make . . . at least some concessions to those expectations. But overall, it's . . .
Hm, there's not really a pattern. Sometimes I feel different every day, sometimes I go weeks feeling the same. Maybe you could say . . . it's a bit like deciding what kind of music you want to listen to on a given day. It's just a feeling that you have to match.