[He hears that name and it's enough to bring him to more tears. They spill down his cheeks and hit Giorno's fingers in fat drops. It wasn't something he expected to hear, but hearing it like this was almost overwhelming. Moments like this were concrete proof of Giorno's love and even if it hurt it was a kind of hurt Dio didn't mind experiencing.] Better than... better than what they know me as. I'm not a monster.
[Giorno meant so much to him now that it was impossible to put it into words.
He hiccups quietly, listening to Giorno as he speaks and tries to take in everything he says. By now he's stopped trying to rub his cheeks, knowing he'll look like a mess no matter what he does.
Resting his head against Giorno's chest he can faintly hear his heartbeat. It's oddly calming. He sniffs waterly, voice just a little cracked.]
Don't... Don't you mean famigilia? [Even through a small panic attack he still chooses to be smart.]
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[Giorno meant so much to him now that it was impossible to put it into words.
He hiccups quietly, listening to Giorno as he speaks and tries to take in everything he says. By now he's stopped trying to rub his cheeks, knowing he'll look like a mess no matter what he does.
Resting his head against Giorno's chest he can faintly hear his heartbeat. It's oddly calming. He sniffs waterly, voice just a little cracked.]
Don't... Don't you mean famigilia? [Even through a small panic attack he still chooses to be smart.]