[Fugo's so mad. It's funny. And Giorno knows, sort of, that this is just another way of him being a little much, but he doesn't mind. Because for one thing, he doesn't think he can just switch it off. For another thing, they should at least switch tone sometimes, he's pretty sure. And for a third thing . . .]

[Fugo said it wasn't bad. Which means at worst, he's all right with it, and at best, he likes it. Which makes Giorno happy. Which makes him smile. So all he's really doing is letting himself express exactly what he feels, and hasn't it been long enough that he's lived without that?]

[He laughs at Fugo's indignation, squeezes his hand playfully.]

Well, I'm never going to, so there!

[So there. And as to Fugo's other question, which he really shouldn't have asked . . . Giorno's smile goes devilish.]

Your hair's cute, that's why. It's cute and I like to mess with it. Plus, if I mess with it I get to do this—

[He reaches out his free hand and rakes his fingers through Fugo's bangs, a little more careful and precise than Fugo was himself. Sorting out a few minor tangles, he finger-combs it correct again, so that it conforms to Fugo's face properly, like it usually does. It's not perfect, but it's better, and anyway he got to touch Fugo's hair again, so who really wins? It's him.]