[A good start. Does he? Not about the logic of Giorno's argument-- no, he'd laid that out perfectly clearly, and the bits of Polnareff not consumed with bruised pride and hurt appreciate it. Admittedly, said appreciation is a very minor part-- but it's there.
No, it isn't the conversation that has him reeling. But he doesn't know how to articulate you seem like an entirely different person without coming across an idiot. And while he could be an idiot in front of the kid who calls him Papa, he can't ever in front of this man. He won't, rather, because there's only so much grief he can take.
(Now he can see Dio in Giorno. Those cool blue eyes, that clipped tone-- oh, yes, he can easily see Giorno's parentage now).]
Now what?
[Not a question about last night, but a question nonetheless. Polnareff gestures between them, highlighting an invisible thread.]
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No, it isn't the conversation that has him reeling. But he doesn't know how to articulate you seem like an entirely different person without coming across an idiot. And while he could be an idiot in front of the kid who calls him Papa, he can't ever in front of this man. He won't, rather, because there's only so much grief he can take.
(Now he can see Dio in Giorno. Those cool blue eyes, that clipped tone-- oh, yes, he can easily see Giorno's parentage now).]
Now what?
[Not a question about last night, but a question nonetheless. Polnareff gestures between them, highlighting an invisible thread.]
With you and me. What do you want to happen next?