[Fugo's so wrapped up in his thoughts, boyfriend thoughts, dating thoughts, wondering if being official means they need to people and if so who and how, preoccupied with his fiddling that Giorno's declaration sneaks up on him. He makes a sound, not quite a silly as Giorno's squeak on the twelfth of October, soft and surprised into the kiss.
Oh. Giorno loves him. Fugo hasn't forgotten and he doesn't think he ever will, but sometimes-- it surprises him, when he's all caught up in his own thoughts. But he'd much rather be kissing Giorno than thinking about how he's supposed to tell anyone he has a boyfriend now. So he pushes those thoughts aside, sighs contently, and melts into the kiss. This is so much better.]
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Oh. Giorno loves him. Fugo hasn't forgotten and he doesn't think he ever will, but sometimes-- it surprises him, when he's all caught up in his own thoughts. But he'd much rather be kissing Giorno than thinking about how he's supposed to tell anyone he has a boyfriend now. So he pushes those thoughts aside, sighs contently, and melts into the kiss. This is so much better.]