[...ah.

Oh, don't start crying already. It's only your first goodbye and you're so ugly when you cry...]

Well, I was going to jump out of a cake, [he teases valiantly over a plaintive sniffle,] but I was told the logistics would just be nonsensical. [There's a shhhf as he slides from the arm of the couch and into a cushion, his arm making its way around Giorno's shoulder in an attempt to pull him in. He wants to hold his friends. He wants them to know it's going to be fine.

...]

How do you want to say goodbye?