[With enough time, repetition, and supporting evidence Fugo's warming up to it; this idea that Giorno thinks he's cute. And now, he's becoming increasingly adamant that Fugo is pretty. Fugo is used to looking in the mirror and seeing someone strange--someone who will stick out, no matter what. He's not sure what to do with this idea that Giorno thinks he's cute. He knows it leaves him feeling flustered, fluttery, and-- pleased? Is that what this is?]

It's not a bad thing. [Fugo affectionately runs his thumbs over Giorno's puffy cheeks. It's cute, when he does this. Cute and very silly. He loves it. He then pulls his left hand away, precisely tracing the shape of Giorno's brow and the curve of his jaw with his fingers.] I'm glad you changed your mind and decided to said something. Both back then and today. I'm very happy right now.