[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.
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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.