[From what he's heard, it would impossible not to.]
And there's-- I know I told you, but there's no right way to be a son. Not really. Or if there is, it doesn't matter, because when have our lives ever been normal? You can be you, and that's the son I want.
[It's a nervewracking thing to say, honestly. He means it, he does-- he can't lie about anything, not right now-- and yet the word itself is terrifying. Son, which comes with implied responsibility, which still comes with fears, even now (even if they're far less than they were a few minutes ago). But he doesn't take the word back.
Polnareff smiles a little, catching Giorno's eye.]
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[From what he's heard, it would impossible not to.]
And there's-- I know I told you, but there's no right way to be a son. Not really. Or if there is, it doesn't matter, because when have our lives ever been normal? You can be you, and that's the son I want.
[It's a nervewracking thing to say, honestly. He means it, he does-- he can't lie about anything, not right now-- and yet the word itself is terrifying. Son, which comes with implied responsibility, which still comes with fears, even now (even if they're far less than they were a few minutes ago). But he doesn't take the word back.
Polnareff smiles a little, catching Giorno's eye.]
You're easy to love, you know.
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[He trembles a little, not from fear or even nerves but just — overwhelming joy. To be wanted . . .]
Nobody ever . . . wanted me before . . . or said that . . . or if they did, it wasn't.
It wasn't so clear? I didn't understand. You make it easy to understand, you always do. That's part of why you're easy to love, too.
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[He exhales slowly, his eyes closing.]
After all this is over-- you can ask me to say stuff like that again, if you need to hear it. Or just want to hear it.