[He says it out loud, this time--the oh of realizing that oh, oh, oh, Fugo is paying attention to him, Fugo is glad, Fugo is tracing the shape of his face . . . Giorno drops his eyes, because he can't look Fugo in the face at the moment, and catches sight of those fading marks again. Remembers how pleased Fugo was, and how pleased he was, and shivers a little, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch.]
. . . I'll never be sorry for it. I'll never, ever be sorry for kissing you.
[And there's something else he won't be sorry for, not after this--not with Fugo laughing at him! Or, if not quite, then clearly thinking about it. He sighs, opens his eyes, and leans over to dig around in the gift bag on the side table--although he doesn't have to dig much. On the top of the bag is an envelope, a thick one, clearly full of paper but quite a bit of it. At least five sheets.]
[He whaps Fugo in the chest with it, lightly.]
Open this. Read it. [He was going to tell him to open it and read it in private, but. No. Not anymore he's not.]
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[He says it out loud, this time--the oh of realizing that oh, oh, oh, Fugo is paying attention to him, Fugo is glad, Fugo is tracing the shape of his face . . . Giorno drops his eyes, because he can't look Fugo in the face at the moment, and catches sight of those fading marks again. Remembers how pleased Fugo was, and how pleased he was, and shivers a little, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch.]
. . . I'll never be sorry for it. I'll never, ever be sorry for kissing you.
[And there's something else he won't be sorry for, not after this--not with Fugo laughing at him! Or, if not quite, then clearly thinking about it. He sighs, opens his eyes, and leans over to dig around in the gift bag on the side table--although he doesn't have to dig much. On the top of the bag is an envelope, a thick one, clearly full of paper but quite a bit of it. At least five sheets.]
[He whaps Fugo in the chest with it, lightly.]
Open this. Read it. [He was going to tell him to open it and read it in private, but. No. Not anymore he's not.]