[Unsurprisingly, Fugo's having a hard time meeting his eyes. He's restless and a little fidgety, idly tapping the pen on the paper between responses.]
Something like that.
[It would be embarrassing to write down and admit to how big the feeling is; how it's too big to hold down, how the warmth sort of creeps out and up the back of his neck. When Giorno's being a little much, two good descriptors are "overwhelming" and "embarrassing". But he doesn't really want to admit to that either. That's dangerous information to put down on paper.]
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Something like that.
[It would be embarrassing to write down and admit to how big the feeling is; how it's too big to hold down, how the warmth sort of creeps out and up the back of his neck. When Giorno's being a little much, two good descriptors are "overwhelming" and "embarrassing". But he doesn't really want to admit to that either. That's dangerous information to put down on paper.]