[This is so. Much. He's all buzzy, although in a good way this time. This is good planning. It's good. Fugo keeps practicing saying it--you're my boyfriend--and he keeps going redder. Having a boyfriend is so distracting.]
Ah, [Giorno says, and:] Oh. [His arms go tighter around Fugo's waist. Mine, mine, mine.] Yes. You're . . . mine. My Fugo. My boyfriend. Mine.
[Nice . . . nice. He closes his eyes and just thinks about it for a moment: all of this that's happening. All these good things.]
Okay. [He sighs, delighted, and opens his eyes. He's all rosy, but he's pretty resigned to that.] I want . . . if it's okay--to tell Bruno with you? Because I avoided him a lot last time. Um, after you talked to him. Until he talked to me. So I want to be better, this time.
Ah. For this. For you. I want to be--my best! [He gives a bright, embarrassed, rosy smile.] Do you think that would be okay?
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Ah, [Giorno says, and:] Oh. [His arms go tighter around Fugo's waist. Mine, mine, mine.] Yes. You're . . . mine. My Fugo. My boyfriend. Mine.
[Nice . . . nice. He closes his eyes and just thinks about it for a moment: all of this that's happening. All these good things.]
Okay. [He sighs, delighted, and opens his eyes. He's all rosy, but he's pretty resigned to that.] I want . . . if it's okay--to tell Bruno with you? Because I avoided him a lot last time. Um, after you talked to him. Until he talked to me. So I want to be better, this time.
Ah. For this. For you. I want to be--my best! [He gives a bright, embarrassed, rosy smile.] Do you think that would be okay?