[The effect is pretty much instantaneous: Fugo pulls his fingers through the ends of Giorno's hair, rests his fingers on his collarbone, and Giorno just. Melts. Sighs and bites his lip and closes his eyes for a moment, just to brace himself against the reality of what his world is right now.]
[It's a good idea. Symmetry. It makes him feel like his heart might beat out of his chest, although if it hasn't already, after all of this, maybe it's secure in its moorings after all.]
[After a moment, he lets go his lip, sighs again, smiles. His fingers drift up and down the small of Fugo's back. He must look silly, he thinks; he can feel that he's very flushed--but that's okay. Another moment and he opens his eyes, grinning hazily at Fugo, who is so close that he can feel his breath.]
Uh-huh.
[It's very quiet, because this close, it doesn't have to be any louder than a murmur.]
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[It's a good idea. Symmetry. It makes him feel like his heart might beat out of his chest, although if it hasn't already, after all of this, maybe it's secure in its moorings after all.]
[After a moment, he lets go his lip, sighs again, smiles. His fingers drift up and down the small of Fugo's back. He must look silly, he thinks; he can feel that he's very flushed--but that's okay. Another moment and he opens his eyes, grinning hazily at Fugo, who is so close that he can feel his breath.]
Uh-huh.
[It's very quiet, because this close, it doesn't have to be any louder than a murmur.]
I think . . . that's good.