[Fugo smiles around and underneath Giorno's fingers. As always, it's crooked and he's self-conscious about it. But it's warm and sweet in a way that only Giorno gets to see; a smile reserved for the beautiful, brilliant boy he's so wholeheartedly in love with.]
Want to know my secret? [There's hardly any gap between them. Leaning in is a dangerous prospect, because now their noses are nudging--and, honestly, each word is a little kiss all on its own.] I want to do my best, for-- ...
[Okay. He can do this. He can say it, he can put these words out there.]
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Want to know my secret? [There's hardly any gap between them. Leaning in is a dangerous prospect, because now their noses are nudging--and, honestly, each word is a little kiss all on its own.] I want to do my best, for-- ...
[Okay. He can do this. He can say it, he can put these words out there.]
My exceptionally cute boyfriend.