[It's so difficult to sustain his smug satisfaction in the face of Fugo's sweet bewilderment. Honestly, though, Giorno doesn't try that hard. He's gotten his revenge, but he doesn't need to wallow in it. It's enough to know that his meaning has been understood.]

[He loves Fugo so much. Putting it down on paper really doesn't do it justice, and there's so much he's sure to have forgotten something. But it's a start.]

Fugo, [he says, and then isn't sure how to follow it up. He's in agony with how fond he is.]

[Slowly, carefully, he brushes Fugo's hair behind his ear, pulls his arm down by the wrist, and rests their foreheads together. He's smiling, soft and pleased.]

It was a real pleasure to write, you know. I love you so much, I could write a whole book about it. I could write a series.