Neither have I. [Giorno's honesty, in turn, prompts Fugo to admit it.] In school everyone was always so much older than I was. And then I was living with Buccellati. There was always just... I never thought about any of that because I've always had so many other things to worry about.

[Ah. Giorno's looking up at him, again. And he's so pink.]

Um. Yes. And you're my... [Can he say it? He needs to be able to say it. If he can't say it in front of Giorno, how is he going to say it to anyone else.] Boy...friend. [He blinks, quickly, and then says it again, testing the sound of it out in his mouth:] Giorno, my boyfriend.