[Fugo's next words are muffled, given that he's saying them directly into Giorno's front.] I am not. You're experiencing confirmation bias. [Because Giorno can spot ... aspects? Aspects. Of his behavior, or particular expressions on his face, that could maybe be classified as cute. The point is that Giorno is pinning a general descriptor on him that really does not apply. Probably. He thinks?]
Giogio, I was a mess that day. [Literally and figuratively, given that he'd moved from Bruno to Giorno and arrived on his doorstep half-starved and exhausted with a face that was red and blotchy from crying.]
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Giogio, I was a mess that day. [Literally and figuratively, given that he'd moved from Bruno to Giorno and arrived on his doorstep half-starved and exhausted with a face that was red and blotchy from crying.]