[Giorno responds to the offered hand by taking it in his own, obviously. This leads to a moment of consternation when he has to decide how to handle the pudding and spoon situation. In the end, he lets Fugo's hand drop to the bed, pats it firmly so as to encourage it to stay in place, takes the pudding, wedges it between his knees, and grabs the spoon as well, leaving one hand free to hold Fugo's again. He's satisfied.]
[Surprised, though. He blinks a few times, spoon resting on the edge of his pudding cup.]
Really? [Rosiness intensifies.] I wasn't trying to be.
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[Surprised, though. He blinks a few times, spoon resting on the edge of his pudding cup.]
Really? [Rosiness intensifies.] I wasn't trying to be.