[So that's a yes. Well--sort of a yes. Giorno considers it a yes, even though rationally he knows that Mista and Fugo have never had the kind of relationship he and Mista have. Had. Have? Have. He frowns a little, quickly and sharply, fighting off a sudden swell of emotion. Homesickness and longing and frustration. He knows he can't make people get along, but he wants to. All the people he loves should love each other.]

. . . He cares about you, you know. So much.

[Uncertainly, he pushes his hair behind his ear.]

He's just hurt. But it's not always going to be like that. I know him. I--not as well as you do. I know I don't know him that well, but I . . .

We all want you back. We all care about you. And Passione is your home, always.