[This has got to be one of the stupidest situations he has ever gotten himself into. And he's been dragged into a mirror world, caught in an endless loop of tripping over his own feet, and has willingly put one of Purple Haze's capsules in his mouth with the intent of breaking it open with his teeth and spitting the resulting mess in someone else's face. He sort of wants to sink underneath his desk and disappear, except if he does that he'll probably unbalance Giorno and wouldn't that just be the way to go.
He hates the way his feelings get, sometimes. He tries to put them aside and ignore them; except when he turns around, they've gotten enormous and out of control.]
[Okay. Okay, he can-- steady himself. Re-orient his thoughts. He has to come to terms with the bizarre, mind-boggling fact that some of the things he says to Giorno are as overwhelming as the things Giorno says to him. That knowledge makes his stomach flip-flop, because the obvious implication is that Giorno feels strongly about him. Which ... he knew, because Giorno would not have handled anything the way he has if he didn't feel strongly about it. But hearing about it. But seeing it laid plain, is just--]
[Fugo takes a breath. Forces his shoulders down and slowly, reluctantly, takes his hand away from his still-red face to push himself back into a seated position. He quietly writes Giorno another note and-- oh, no. Giorno's cheeks are so pink. Fugo gingerly pokes him with the pen and looks away towards Gold Experience--(who is still mooning over his note, which is overwhelming in its own way)--because he's not even going to chance eye contact when they're both like this.]
It's not weird, is it? That I like you as much as I do. Because we're both so different from how we were in April. From what you last remember.
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He hates the way his feelings get, sometimes. He tries to put them aside and ignore them; except when he turns around, they've gotten enormous and out of control.]
[Okay. Okay, he can-- steady himself. Re-orient his thoughts. He has to come to terms with the bizarre, mind-boggling fact that some of the things he says to Giorno are as overwhelming as the things Giorno says to him. That knowledge makes his stomach flip-flop, because the obvious implication is that Giorno feels strongly about him. Which ... he knew, because Giorno would not have handled anything the way he has if he didn't feel strongly about it. But hearing about it. But seeing it laid plain, is just--]
[Fugo takes a breath. Forces his shoulders down and slowly, reluctantly, takes his hand away from his still-red face to push himself back into a seated position. He quietly writes Giorno another note and-- oh, no. Giorno's cheeks are so pink. Fugo gingerly pokes him with the pen and looks away towards Gold Experience--(who is still mooning over his note, which is overwhelming in its own way)--because he's not even going to chance eye contact when they're both like this.]
It's not weird, is it?
That I like you as much as I do.
Because we're both so different from how we were in April.
From what you last remember.