[It does help. Even as he feels sort of silly asking for that support, for that reassurance, some part of him does know he needs it. And it feels good to hear, as good as the soft hum of Bruno's voice through his ribs. As good as the warmth of his skin, which proves that he's really alive. As good as knowing that all of this is true and real and won't end when he wakes up.]
Grazie.
[He sighs and curls a little closer, trying to focus on all of the good of this rather than the bad and weird and awkward]
Thank you for making me talk about it. And sorry for being so. [He makes a noise, vaguely derisive, that indicates more or less: so Giorno-y.]
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Grazie.
[He sighs and curls a little closer, trying to focus on all of the good of this rather than the bad and weird and awkward]
Thank you for making me talk about it. And sorry for being so. [He makes a noise, vaguely derisive, that indicates more or less: so Giorno-y.]