[He can't let go, he realizes slowly; no matter what happens, the only way he's letting go is if Fugo lets go first. Because it's not just him Fugo needs, it's the solidity and reality of him, the structure and stability. If he pulls away, the ground will fall away under Fugo's feet.]
[It won't happen. Giorno squeezes Fugo a little, not quite a hug, and pulls away but not away. His hand at the small of Fugo's back drifts up, rubs his shoulder, and turns him toward the bed.]
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[He can't let go, he realizes slowly; no matter what happens, the only way he's letting go is if Fugo lets go first. Because it's not just him Fugo needs, it's the solidity and reality of him, the structure and stability. If he pulls away, the ground will fall away under Fugo's feet.]
[It won't happen. Giorno squeezes Fugo a little, not quite a hug, and pulls away but not away. His hand at the small of Fugo's back drifts up, rubs his shoulder, and turns him toward the bed.]
I'm here, va bene? Come on.