[Fugo finds it difficult to be resolute when Giorno touches him, fingertips touching featherlight to memorize all the sharp corners that come together to make up his face when he frowns. By the time Giorno starts to kiss those places, around his jaw and between his brows and finally on his mouth, it's half-unraveled. When he speaks, it's fallen completely to pieces. He can't help but make a soft noise when Giorno pulls back just enough to speak again, a silly wordless murmur half-shaped into the words come back.
(He knows, now, exactly how mean it was earlier to tease Giorno when he was trapped by his own mistletoe. To lean in and almost-kiss Giorno, letting their mouths almost but not-quite come together with every syllable. This doesn't mean he won't do it again. It's just that since he knows, he'll have to save this for when he's feeling particularly contrary.)
Giorno is ... reflecting back at him something he said on the first of the month. All of you. The parts he likes. The parts he hates. All of him. And, oh, it hurts. He can't hide that it hurts either, not when they're so close and Giorno knows him so well. He brushes their noses together and smiles softly, happy and sad at once. Feelings really are stupid, aren't they?]
I believe you. [He... can't stand it, really, not being able to kiss Giorno when they're so close. So he just does it, briefly focused on nothing else but that. He's a little fuzzy and out-of-focus after, but as far as he's concerned it's a fair trade.] Because-- aishiteru. I'll always meet you halfway. Always.
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(He knows, now, exactly how mean it was earlier to tease Giorno when he was trapped by his own mistletoe. To lean in and almost-kiss Giorno, letting their mouths almost but not-quite come together with every syllable. This doesn't mean he won't do it again. It's just that since he knows, he'll have to save this for when he's feeling particularly contrary.)
Giorno is ... reflecting back at him something he said on the first of the month. All of you. The parts he likes. The parts he hates. All of him. And, oh, it hurts. He can't hide that it hurts either, not when they're so close and Giorno knows him so well. He brushes their noses together and smiles softly, happy and sad at once. Feelings really are stupid, aren't they?]
I believe you. [He... can't stand it, really, not being able to kiss Giorno when they're so close. So he just does it, briefly focused on nothing else but that. He's a little fuzzy and out-of-focus after, but as far as he's concerned it's a fair trade.] Because-- aishiteru. I'll always meet you halfway. Always.