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[digiorno]

buongiorno! sorry i missed you; i'll happily get back to you as soon as i'm done with whatever business i'm on. leave a message!

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[risorto]

[Bruno is patient as Giorno takes his moment. He doesn't repeat himself or stand with tension. He simply waits and remains still until Giorno is in front of him. Bruno reaches out once he does, placing a hand on Giorno's shoulder.]

What we're talking about is nothing has changed between the two of us. There's no reason to avoid me, and there's nothing you can't talk about with me.

[He gives Giorno's shoulder a light squeeze before drawing him closer for a hug.]

Sarai sempre la mia famiglia, Giorno. La vostra felicità è importante per me. Per questo sarò lì con te.

[digiorno]

[He wasn't expecting that. But then again, he wasn't expecting anything, really. He found, even if momentarily, this place of trust, and allowed himself to sink into it. He didn't flinch when Bruno touched his shoulder; he didn't go stiff when Bruno pulled him into a hug.]

[When the answer comes, he just feels relieved. I understand now, he thinks, and lets himself fold into Bruno's arms.]

Per favore, non mi lasciare.

[It's not really a plea. It's more . . . a statement of the obvious. Bruno knows this is what he's afraid of. Now, he's just calm enough, just honest enough to let it out into the open.]

[risorto]

Ti prometto che non ti lascerò, [Bruno murmurs softly.]

[It's not necessary, he knows. Both Giorno and Bruno know and understand that there are certain circumstances that will keep them separated from one another back home, but here? Here there is nothing that can come between them. Bruno will remain present and steady, as he perhaps should have been back home. As he wishes he could be back home. Beneath Giorno's fear and doubt, he knows that to be completely true.]

[But even as it's not strictly necessary, it's something that Giorno could stand to hear every now and again because of that creeping fear and doubt, too.]

[digiorno]

[It does help. Even as he feels sort of silly asking for that support, for that reassurance, some part of him does know he needs it. And it feels good to hear, as good as the soft hum of Bruno's voice through his ribs. As good as the warmth of his skin, which proves that he's really alive. As good as knowing that all of this is true and real and won't end when he wakes up.]

Grazie.

[He sighs and curls a little closer, trying to focus on all of the good of this rather than the bad and weird and awkward]

Thank you for making me talk about it. And sorry for being so. [He makes a noise, vaguely derisive, that indicates more or less: so Giorno-y.]

[risorto]

[Giorno curls closer, and Bruno holds him there securely.]

It's what I'm here for.

[Bruno doesn't often take such a direct approach like he has today because Giorno usually comes to him when he needs Bruno's advice or guidance. But that can't always be the case. There will be times like this where Giorno's past and anxieties will hold him back from speaking explicitly right away. So, sometimes Bruno will need to pick up that slack, and he's perfectly okay with that. Almost selfishly, he's okay with that.]

[Bruno smiles lightly, remembering a morning shared on the beach. There's still work to be done, but they've really come a long way since a year ago, haven't they?]

When it's the two of us, it's alright to be whatever you are in the moment. You don't need to strive for perfection, or pretend that you feel okay when you don't in front of me. It won't change anything, and I won't tell anyone.

What's between us is between us, hm?