[When he makes eye contact, Gold Experience shifts back a little bit; he can't actually avert his eyes, because he can't turn them in their sockets, so he just looks a little bit past Carlos's head and nods. Giorno, meanwhile, feels the flow of slight discomfort, the constantly-warring tides of fear and desire to please, and looks down at his own shoes.]
[After a moment, Gold Experience resets his gaze to the flower in the middle of the table and gestures to it, a sideways sweep of his hand that's a smaller echo of some of Giorno's own gestures.]
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[After a moment, Gold Experience resets his gaze to the flower in the middle of the table and gestures to it, a sideways sweep of his hand that's a smaller echo of some of Giorno's own gestures.]