[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.]
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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.