[Somewhere in the back of his chaotic and tired mind, Giorno is trying to figure out how it is that he came to deserve someone like Carlos in his life. Someone like Carlos who, as unpredictable and uncertain as he can be at times, nevertheless reaches out to someone like Giorno. Just some boy. Just someone. Just--himself, who isn't good enough at all.]
[It's all right, Carlos says, and Giorno doesn't think it is. But he can suspend his disbelief, at least here and for the moment. It's different than if Polnareff said it. Polnareff comforts mindlessly, because he's made of comfort. For Carlos, comfort is an effort, which means he wouldn't do it if he didn't mean it. If he didn't really believe it.]
[It's not all right. But Giorno believes that Carlos believes it is, and that's how he manages to slow his tears: by believing that. They slow to a trickle as he presses his face to Carlos's shoulder, a wave of shame washing over him as he realizes how weak he's been. Recognizing his own weakness makes him feel weaker; he sags and does his best to take up as little space as possible at the same time as he really doesn't want to move at all.]
I'm sorry.
[It's quiet, his voice a little shaky. Maybe a lot shaky. He hates this. But he doesn't want to be alone right now.]
Scientifically speaking--I'm, I'm messing up your coat.
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[It's all right, Carlos says, and Giorno doesn't think it is. But he can suspend his disbelief, at least here and for the moment. It's different than if Polnareff said it. Polnareff comforts mindlessly, because he's made of comfort. For Carlos, comfort is an effort, which means he wouldn't do it if he didn't mean it. If he didn't really believe it.]
[It's not all right. But Giorno believes that Carlos believes it is, and that's how he manages to slow his tears: by believing that. They slow to a trickle as he presses his face to Carlos's shoulder, a wave of shame washing over him as he realizes how weak he's been. Recognizing his own weakness makes him feel weaker; he sags and does his best to take up as little space as possible at the same time as he really doesn't want to move at all.]
I'm sorry.
[It's quiet, his voice a little shaky. Maybe a lot shaky. He hates this. But he doesn't want to be alone right now.]
Scientifically speaking--I'm, I'm messing up your coat.