[It's only luck, really, that Fugo doesn't follow Giorno's line of sight. Because if he caught Gold Experience looking at him in that way, it would open the gate for another one of those too much feelings in him. He watches Giorno's hand instead, the lovely way it clutches and twists in the fabric of his shirt. Because even though he'd never be able to say it plainly, Giorno does have beautiful hands; even when he's distressed, there's a certain elegance in the movements of his slender fingers. It would have been so awful if he burned himself when he set things on fire, even if he could heal himself right after.
Meeting Giorno's eyes, especially when he's saying things like I need you and I don't want to lose you, when they're both feeling so unexpectedly vulnerable is as difficult as standing up straight in the middle of a windstorm. They're probably holding on too tightly to each other--and maybe that's what makes everything about this so much, but Fugo finds that he doesn't care. Giorno's tight grasp on his hand is a steadying, grounding force. It helps him meet Giorno's eyes and not look away until he has to. There isn't enough room left for what he wants to write; with great care, Fugo turns the page to a fresh one. His pen presses firmly into the page and he doesn't stop to think about what he's writing, because if he does it will come out all wrong.]
I will. I promise. Because I need you too.
Before you found me again, I couldn't move. I couldn't go back. And I couldn't move forward. I was just waiting to disappear. I felt so awful, every day, and I didn't even start to realize how awful it was until I saw Mista again. I didn't know it, but I needed you back then. And I still need you, because you help me remember that it's okay for me to be home again. That there's a place for me and it's where I should be. That it's okay for me to move forward, even if I can't make it far. That there's a future worth building and fighting for.
You've given me so much. I want to do what I can for you. I want to reach as far as I can to meet you.
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Meeting Giorno's eyes, especially when he's saying things like I need you and I don't want to lose you, when they're both feeling so unexpectedly vulnerable is as difficult as standing up straight in the middle of a windstorm. They're probably holding on too tightly to each other--and maybe that's what makes everything about this so much, but Fugo finds that he doesn't care. Giorno's tight grasp on his hand is a steadying, grounding force. It helps him meet Giorno's eyes and not look away until he has to. There isn't enough room left for what he wants to write; with great care, Fugo turns the page to a fresh one. His pen presses firmly into the page and he doesn't stop to think about what he's writing, because if he does it will come out all wrong.]
I will. I promise.
Because I need you too.
Before you found me again, I couldn't move.
I couldn't go back. And I couldn't move forward. I was just waiting to disappear.
I felt so awful, every day, and I didn't even start to realize how awful it was until I saw Mista again.
I didn't know it, but I needed you back then. And I still need you, because you help me remember that it's okay for me to be home again. That there's a place for me and it's where I should be.
That it's okay for me to move forward, even if I can't make it far.
That there's a future worth building and fighting for.
You've given me so much. I want to do what I can for you. I want to reach as far as I can to meet you.