[For a moment, he's still smiling, not truly processing the greater meaning of such a simple gesture. It's just another problem to be solved: Gold Experience is lonely, so Gold Experience needs company. Carlos's plants are dying, so Carlos needs help in the lab. A is having difficulties, so b should be executed to solve them. It's all very simple, really, until Giorno breaks his focus.]
[Oh.]
[Of course, the emotional transference is to be expected. He knows that Stands and their users weren't easily separated, in every meaning of the phrase, and that the Stand is the manifestation of the soul. These were scientific facts, and he knows them to be true. Processing this into a more practical setting, however, is something he's always struggled with--if a does something in theory, then b does something in the real world. Whatever. His grasp on real world mechanics is tenuous enough, but this is something important.]
[Carlos jerks his head up to look at Giorno, very slowly standing once more. He's just me. The implications there are both obvious and earth-shattering simultaneously, and it takes him a moment to consider his options.]
...Are you lonely, Giorno?
[He knows the answer, but it seems polite to confirm. Rational, even. Alarmingly quickly, his grasp on the situation is faltering, and he refuses to let another person wilt in his care. He's not going to have another Kevin, another Jackie Fierro, another goddamn Apache Tracker, if he can help it. But for now, it's just waiting for something to click, waiting for the prominent feeling of nausea to subside.]
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[Oh.]
[Of course, the emotional transference is to be expected. He knows that Stands and their users weren't easily separated, in every meaning of the phrase, and that the Stand is the manifestation of the soul. These were scientific facts, and he knows them to be true. Processing this into a more practical setting, however, is something he's always struggled with--if a does something in theory, then b does something in the real world. Whatever. His grasp on real world mechanics is tenuous enough, but this is something important.]
[Carlos jerks his head up to look at Giorno, very slowly standing once more. He's just me. The implications there are both obvious and earth-shattering simultaneously, and it takes him a moment to consider his options.]
...Are you lonely, Giorno?
[He knows the answer, but it seems polite to confirm. Rational, even. Alarmingly quickly, his grasp on the situation is faltering, and he refuses to let another person wilt in his care. He's not going to have another Kevin, another Jackie Fierro, another goddamn Apache Tracker, if he can help it. But for now, it's just waiting for something to click, waiting for the prominent feeling of nausea to subside.]