[Fugo's been worrying. Love hits Giorno between his ribs, like it does so often when they're close to each other, when Fugo does some little thing that makes his heart twist in such a beautiful way.]
Not really. This is good.
[He hums softly, a tentative harmony, and then leans in to kiss Fugo's cheek. It's okay, is what that kiss says, you didn't break anything.]
. . . I had a thought. It was--pretty silly, now I've thought about it.
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Not really. This is good.
[He hums softly, a tentative harmony, and then leans in to kiss Fugo's cheek. It's okay, is what that kiss says, you didn't break anything.]
. . . I had a thought. It was--pretty silly, now I've thought about it.