[He can't answer this right away with the lump in his throat and a burning at the corners of his eyes. Even after their last real honest conversation it was still... hard to hear. See. Those words. The hardest part was knowing that Giorno was sincere too.]
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If I'm honest I don't know what I want yet.
But I
love you
too.
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Chi si volta, e chi si gira, sempre a casa va finire.
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Now it feels like he's walking unsteadily along the edges of a cliff.]
I should have an idea at least. Otherwise I'm not sure what I should be aiming for.
Tu sei la mia casa.
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Let's work on your idea, then. You and me. You'll be the brains, and I'll take notes.