[Now what was that about? The hesitation. It was something he said. She doesn't like tea or coffee maybe? But why the hell would that make her actually stop?]
[His eyes narrow a little. Then he waves his hand dismissively and steps into the hall, then into a side room off the hall--the office. It's pretty nice, if small, with less a desk than a couple of comfortable chairs and a small coffee table.]
It's also entirely possible he didn't say anything. He's a private person. But he likes you.
[He sits as he says that, crossing his legs and looking up at Elena curiously. The implication is clear: Fugo likes her, so Giorno respects her. He trusts Fugo's judgment. He's curious as to what made him judge her someone worth liking.]
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[His eyes narrow a little. Then he waves his hand dismissively and steps into the hall, then into a side room off the hall--the office. It's pretty nice, if small, with less a desk than a couple of comfortable chairs and a small coffee table.]
It's also entirely possible he didn't say anything. He's a private person. But he likes you.
[He sits as he says that, crossing his legs and looking up at Elena curiously. The implication is clear: Fugo likes her, so Giorno respects her. He trusts Fugo's judgment. He's curious as to what made him judge her someone worth liking.]