[It startles a laugh out of him, breathy and delirious; he leans in and kisses Fugo soundly.]
I don't care, [he pronounces, very grand--but of course Fugo does, and if that seems to Fugo like the right thing to worry about in this moment, after all that work, Giorno is more than happy to humor him. He untangles himself and wiggles away just enough so that he can deposit pudding and spoon on the bedside table; another moment and he's back exactly where he wants to be, depositing a kiss in every place a tear was before he wiped it away carefully with his thumb.]
I love you. You did the right thing. You're doing the right thing. Okay?
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I don't care, [he pronounces, very grand--but of course Fugo does, and if that seems to Fugo like the right thing to worry about in this moment, after all that work, Giorno is more than happy to humor him. He untangles himself and wiggles away just enough so that he can deposit pudding and spoon on the bedside table; another moment and he's back exactly where he wants to be, depositing a kiss in every place a tear was before he wiped it away carefully with his thumb.]
I love you. You did the right thing. You're doing the right thing. Okay?